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In This Deserted Playground

Silence

all around

no one there

but the wind

gently pushing

an empty swing.

The swing

creaking, slightly eerie

and the leaves

rustling

over the concrete ground

these are the only sounds.

Above

a crow cawing

spotting berries

for a snack

the only life

in this deserted playground.

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Written by

alice-penny

English

Published: Jan 22, 2013
LinesWords: 1848

Notes: What with technology etc. , who plays at a playground now-a-days?

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