City centre

My city soaks booze
with its extravagant building and plazas,
trees grows and flower bloom green and decay,
with days, lower your skin gets,
the deaths lullaby cryes to beds,
then girmly flowers that resistless to blooms.

where majority hopes of warmth waves through money,
where the cities made from its fly bye its unsalted nights.

the giant city with deepest green leaves with its broken branch of its paints
But hedonistic depths behaviour stripes along, With echo on the streets of their past seekers

did they fail to think back of poetry?
they didn't blinded by it imagery
in shadow of another day