The leaves are tumbling
through homes of old
and hardship and cold.
The trees are dieing.
The leaves escape
through neighborhoods sold.
Graffiti and glass
cover the asphalt,
exalting these homes of old
and hardship and cold.
The leaves rustle by,
but break under shoes
of forgotten crews,
but cheer has spread
thanks to these leaves.
The kids laugh together
and live life with ease,
without regulation
and not being controlled.
They fend for themselves
in these homes of old
and kinship and cold.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 4:13 PM UTC
The leaves are tumbling
through homes of old
and hardship and cold.
The trees are dieing.
The leaves escape
through neighborhoods sold.
Graffiti and glass
cover the asphalt,
exalting these homes of old
and hardship and cold.
The leaves rustle by,
but break under shoes
of forgotten crews,
but cheer has spread
thanks to these leaves.
The kids laugh together
and live life with ease,
without regulation
and not being controlled.
They fend for themselves
in these homes of old
and kinship and cold.
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