they force me to come where the ivy once grew flourished between the noise and the ocean’s dance loved agaisnt the sun kissed between the sand
and i arrive to that forgotten place where the only life left is of that of the sea and the stars where once the crowds gathered and i was happy but those people were gone now dead just like the magic and the ivy that once grew around the white house and flourished against the sun filled with life
relaxing during summer somewhere i have been to so many times, it almost feels like home a poem to stand by ‘the dying ivy’