Poetry

The Deserted Streets

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The dangling branches
from the time forgotten oak trees,

The carefree stomping
of some wild boisterous feet,

The boulder that was once
populous with the mischievous crowd,

The afternoon hustle labeled as a
pleasant nuisance of the old town,

All the clamor,
the rumpus uproar,
the utter chaos,
had ceased to exist,
for the kids no more grace
the deserted wild streets.

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12 thoughts on “The Deserted Streets”

  2. Your Words and Photograph definitely portray the wonderful title for this piece. Your are so expressive painting a Matchless Poem with your words.
    The Deserted Streets are appear sucked dry lifeless.
    The laughter has ceased.
    No children are playing,
    Many hurt, poisoned by chaos, some moving away.

    Yonnie💜
    InHisCare🙏

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