white city

rainbow colored thoughts

The white city stood tall
in the middle of a green sea
its columns were shinning
the eyes were barely trying
to look them up and blinking
while the midday heat fell like water;

the streets reflected the marble's
color, the sweat of the people was falling
on the pavement and all this
while the world was following it, advancing
with one moure hour - slowly
but surely like the Washington traffic