WHERE ARE YOUR STOREYS?
Green, lush, tranquil?
There may be chaos
Somewhere on the horizon
Just at the edge of reason
But...
It's the many stories in each unstoreyed house
That'll intrigue more
Capturing your heart, with joy and pain and all the mix
Is there a valley without a hill?
Must green romance with patches of brown?
Virgin it isn't, yet plain and unbroken it lies
Unmarred by concrete towers
How long before steel makes a conquest?
Aeons, centuries, decades or when the Kingdom comes?
For now,
We'll drink in your sweet fresh air
Take our breath, breathtaking serenity
We won't hold it, we'll savour your unblemished front
There, you've branded us
An impression on our souls
Words can't fully script out
And snapshots do but a meagre portion of justice.
What's your story?
Where are your storeys?
When will they surface?
© TheArchiPoet 2022
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