Setty - Sotiria Lepida


He talks of a new one he found,
The boldly crossed stone and metal
Figuring out the new age of our steps
Towards stagnant pauses and blue lights
And he is content, he says, with steel
That harshly penetrates any clamor
any blunt, frank, daylight
On the other hand
I look far from the vast city as
Sharp, frank darkness
Turns its face away
Shaped like a gem
cuts through our blue ways
Cuts, cuts
'Till we're Silent
Under blue lights
Like blue bridges

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