Yesterday I dreamt of a city ;
A city where only poets dwelled.
Where writings were penned on streets ;
An environnment where the poetasters meet.
Yesterday I dreamt of a city ;
Where internet was just an imagination.
Where musicians lived only in myths ;
Chirping of birds and humanity fits.
Yesterday I dreamt of a city ;
Where poets met to see sunsets.
A city where letters were inked ;
And linked it to the heaven.
Yesterday I dreamt of a city ;
Nature was valued more and more.
Where residents efforted to ink more ;
Their streets were about to roar.
Yesterday I dreamt of a city ;
Where they assassinated old broken streets.
To make their streets even more powerful ;
They expressed their inking more daintly.
Yesterday I dreamt of a city ;
Where verses and writings had worth.
I met people who lived peacefully ;
Who believed beyond quietus and novelty.
Yesterday I dreamt of a city ;
I imagined poet’sstreet where I existed.
I was anguished when I found ;
That city was just a dream.
