Their Grey Sky

by reminiscent-afterthought

It's a drab city.

A/N: Written for the Another Mega Prompts Challenge, word prompt #100 - false, and for the Freeverse Poetry Boot Camp, #010 – bushes.

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Their Grey Sky

They're a big grey old city.
No pretty roses with their knife-sharp thorns.
No scratchy-stubble bushes to break their falls.
Smog in sky; dreams far too high
but unsold.