The busy road now lay deserted
And the pavements unkempt.
Not a soul could be found
Treading its once proud lanes.
The houses were mostly in ruins
Its inhabitants nowhere to be seen.
The untidy lawns a symbol
Of all that had been lost.
An eerie silence settled over the place,
Only to be broken by the
Rumbling of the leaves and
The whistling of the trees.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC
The busy road now lay deserted
And the pavements unkempt.
Not a soul could be found
Treading its once proud lanes.
The houses were mostly in ruins
Its inhabitants nowhere to be seen.
The untidy lawns a symbol
Of all that had been lost.
An eerie silence settled over the place,
Only to be broken by the
Rumbling of the leaves and
The whistling of the trees.
