My Nature Fiona Grimes
This high-rise vastness gives freedom to my thoughts. Beauty can be seen writhing every crack or‘ blemish’, it takes the right eyes to see.
This city is home, here is an exotic familiarity, just as beautiful as any other. The mind has to open.
I walk these streets to my own beat. No one else’ s. Creativity flourishes without the stroke of a pen, or the flick of a paintbrush.
I can walk with serenity, smiling at passers by, not because of social convention but because my heart wants to say hello.
Aesthetically pleasing may not be what pleases everyone. Walk the streets as a stranger, To relish the beauty of home.
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