a city fable
By Nolan
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when the storm of black snow
and acid rain tears
as the dark smoke clears
if there in the starless sky
the neon bow appears
for you to have happiness and joy
so goes the ages old fable dear boy
a treasure is locked
a chest in old rusted chains bound
at the neon bow's end to be found
.
search well child with hope and faith
follow it in gray days, nights of fear
over black rivers and concrete cliffs
never not once look back
if you walked many thousands hours
you might find the lost blue sapphires
and
a little patch of sun
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It sounds like searching out
It sounds like searching out from the smoky city for the blue skies and brightness of the countryside? Reminiscent of the cities in the height of the industrial revolution and those who came in for mill-work etc as farmworkers not needed so much.? You do speak Afrikaans? Rhiannon
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"..when the storm of black
"..when the storm of black snow
and acid rain tears.."
Lovely imagery and you can feel the folklore. Very nicely done, Nolan.
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