The Mystics of Fremont

A simple characterizing poem with a flaccid flow and an absence of effective rhyme/meter schemes.

bathing in gilded light all of the time,
carrying an umbrella of clouds only once in a while
a mother of the ethnically diverse,
and a vanquisher of filth in the streets
she exhales great fog in the winter,
and sometimes cries of rain,
the summer is watched by her sunlight eye,
the sidewalks made impeccable,
residents of her heart have no fright.

By Shivang Shelat


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