All aboard the dusky skylineWhere momentous dreams pour forthAll around the highland bylineAcross the mountains and the firsWind your way through the treesUntil you reach the evergreensCast your eyes upon the great red brickAnd see what man madeInto the glassy windows where peopleMake their lives indoorsWait until you see the factoryAs ravenous smoke eats skyContinue reading “What Man Made”
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Parisian Poetry 