Warm-tlanta

di Vago


The traffic lights are beeping,
but nobody is there crossing the streets.

No smell of dried blood or rotten flesh,
the zombie apocalypse is not here yet.

No screams of death,
but voices from cafes (the open ones).

No fighting for survival,
but mutual help.

Greetings from strangers on the street
like encounters among adventures in adverse lands.

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