Though these towers had dwarfed us before.
never had we known them as such a fantasy.
Insignificant,
our wake left no mark.
Surreptitiously scouring the streets,
subjugated by the jungle's systematic will.
The smiles,
far and few between,
hung like dying petals from concrete flowers.
Human interaction
became a distraction;
an abnormal reaction
to an etiquette infraction.
Still, there was reason
to say that beauty was in season.
Those who wore smiles
would carry them for miles;
each footstep
taking them far from denial.
When there's love for life,
what's there to deny?
Nothing to question;
no secrets to imply.
So reside
inside
the happiest place,
practice painting that picture
each day,
life's an art.
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