Old Cities/Blue Skies
Old cities, secrets and treasures
Lakes of wisdom, reason and pleasures
Blue seas, seasons and weathers
The sun says "it's up now"
The warmth inspires
But in new cities, storms of desires
There's no town there's, dorms of liars
The moon says "to bed now"
The night acquires
And in new cities, hurricanes of priors
There's no town there's, dorms of liars
Writer/s: Kasper Abild