Stepping out, many things are visible:
the sky, a gorgeous azure,
The clouds floating gracefully,
like candy floss, tickling each other,
The wind blows through you,
pushing you behind
The pavement rough, uneven
footsteps sinking in the holes below,
The cars whiz by, their tires screeching,
the silence of the land and air is broken
the delicacy of nature is broken
by the harshness of creation
Walking forwards, the sun peeks in,
its rays decorating the verdant leaves,
The wind takes over once more,
brushing pollution aside,
the green grass of Victoria
dancing to the beat,
Serenity
Violence
They battle,
A battle that never ends
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