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Jan 2018
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’
nanda
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nanda  17/F/earth
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