The street of no name where she walks upon
The moments past.As where their was motion,
all has now ceased, silence reverberates.

The animals no longer walk, they play died
All are still, motionless ss they're closemouthed
Sewn silent eyes stare empty onwards.

No longer does their bedlam greet any who
Motioned  feet upon a street now all are stagnated
Only she walks upon this cobbled remnant.

Leaves dried, shrivelled play on a road of silent pasts.
She was the life of a laughter and Now she is unmoved
Upon lingering breath, her figure stands inhabitant, gaunt.

This street of echo's, fading in to oblivion grasp, there
Is only one who walks no longer of atomsOf life or love.
Only shadows roam here now. She is forever silent more.