The Weeping City


I'm a crystal ball of a city you want to visit but not reside

My seasons change in a switch and sometimes collide



From scorching air to flooded streets

Will you send a prayer without deceit?



An over-flowed mail box of words formed in disguise

Answer me with the sound of emptiness but not in lies



I'm a crystal ball of a city you want to visit but not reside

My people roam the streets with tongues that died



Where is the wrong in my city that weeps?

The green is faint for my trees are asleep



I am a crystal ball that you'd easily crush and break

If only a visitor would come and not call it a mistake

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