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The Empire

Are you a child of the Empire City?

By Malik MorPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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The Empire's city is beautiful,

Complicated, intoxicating, liberating – suffocating

It’s easy to get lost in its beauty –

Even more so to get blinded by it

The steel of its towers are cold,

Yet, the peaks radiate with the warmth of the sun

An aged city built on the bones and blood of its denizens

The city of the empire calls to the world’s artist

Making the streets their canvas, their audience, their runway.

No city vibrates with as much life and ferocity

The empire show’s its’ beauty truly at night,

When the streets are alight with color

And the children of the night awake from their diurnal slumber

No city is as beautiful – or as hideous –

As the Empire’s city ...

inspirational
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About the Creator

Malik Mor

Creator of strange and beautiful worlds, poet, and blogger from Brooklyn, NY. Addicted to tea.

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