Find me one.

Find me one world, where

The blue sands cover the beach

The brown waters, creep up as far as it can.

The tides are violent at times, but

They never mean harm for the people in red.

The white roads give up their life

For the dying souls riding on purple horses. 

The black buildings go wet

Without the unpredicted scorching rain,

The rich are now begging by the roadside

The poor?

In comfort of the whitish dark veil.

 

You’re reading my poem, sharing it all through.

My poems are travelling the world.

This world, all bogus and all true.

 

~Prat.