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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