#1536-Are
14/10/2021
Flowers, metal, and concrete,
Blending under blue skies.
Just like people,
Waiting in line,
For a movie,
Of a similar kind.
But stories end, and
Memories fade, as
Dreams take a back seat,
To the daily race.
In time,
Flowers wilt,
Metal rusts,
Concrete cracks,
But remain what they are.
