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There are worse places to be There are better Avenues of everything I’ve ever dreamt of Stretch out before me like a baby’s crumpled arms Rugs pave the broken road Soothing the wavy maze of souks and bazaars Covered in blemishes Riddled with secret treasures Untameable animals scour the pathways Searching for forgotten scraps Shadows live in contrast to the midday sun Hiding fallen beggars Lying twisted on the ground Juxtaposition of beauty and pain unfolds Poised in the blameless blue sky A tower rises over the horizon Desperation pours out of every cracked brick And a prayer floats out to the market It is perfection, of a kind. The streets are not innocent They have seen and heard and felt Every wrong in the world Afternoon heat of the square suffocates me I’m lost in an array of people and materials Drowning in the swirling language Eyes stinging amongst the dusty chaos Rain Eats away the market’s life, Dampening red-hot brick walls. Corrupted skies cry. There are worse places to be There are better
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
Morocco
There are worse places to be There are better Avenues of everything I’ve ever dreamt of Stretch out before me like a baby’s crumpled arms Rugs pave the broken road Soothing the wavy maze of souks and bazaars Covered in blemishes Riddled with secret treasures Untameable animals scour the pathways Searching for forgotten scraps Shadows live in contrast to the midday sun Hiding fallen beggars Lying twisted on the ground Juxtaposition of beauty and pain unfolds Poised in the blameless blue sky A tower rises over the horizon Desperation pours out of every cracked brick And a prayer floats out to the market It is perfection, of a kind. The streets are not innocent They have seen and heard and felt Every wrong in the world Afternoon heat of the square suffocates me I’m lost in an array of people and materials Drowning in the swirling language Eyes stinging amongst the dusty chaos Rain Eats away the market’s life, Dampening red-hot brick walls. Corrupted skies cry. There are worse places to be There are better
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
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