Different Skies

Different SkiesOnce the wilderness fades, there erupts a desire for a city. 
A city of living, of dreams. 
The one with the tall towers and the moving stairs. 
The one with the swooshing winds and the telephone wires. 
The one where perfect telescopes and guitars are made. 
The one where after imagining, everything is built.
To a city. 
To every city. 
To a warm sky of a different city.

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