My ill tunes well #SIWOPC

Above the city, hung the moon,
Colourful spots on ground
Where flowers and orchard-trees were fenced
With lofty walls around

Below the city I abide
Where fight for shelter
Under these machine toys
Was the pride above my shoulder

Filled in my prayers
Was the day to be accepted
By a passerby
Under the moon
Under my pride
Under my tent
That came to past

By ken


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