The City's Sky
The skyscrapers, a brutal, angular, and formal view,
dominate the landscape, a cold and perfect blue.
The power lines, a technical, complex, and unyielding thread,
send all the energy to the living and the dead.
But above it all, the poetic, soft, and gentle cloud,
reflects the tired colors of the weary, passing crowd.
The sun, an informal, simple, and forgiving sphere,
makes all the calculations and the logic disappear.
The city is a monument to all that we have made,
but the sky is an old promise that can never, ever fade.
Final 10: Continuing with
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