Usual evening stroll
Stopping by an empty park
hearing happy sounds
listening to joyful blabber
rocking swings here and there
kneeling on the wet grass
closing your eyes
car crashes
silence of the end
heartbeat of a dead city
**
Sharon-Rose Boisvert
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
Usual evening stroll
Stopping by an empty park
hearing happy sounds
listening to joyful blabber
rocking swings here and there
kneeling on the wet grass
closing your eyes
car crashes
silence of the end
heartbeat of a dead city
**
Sharon-Rose Boisvert
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