Dust settles.
No longer shall
Pattering feet
Send it flying
The walls stop echoing.
No longer shall there be
Loud joyous voices,
Soft voices with whispering confidences...
The tap keeps dripping.
No longer left open
In careless negligence.
The corners
No longer hide
Secrets dripping
From quavering lips
The grass in the field
Will quietly rustle
Missing innocence
And smiles
Of free days in the Sun.
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 7:52 AM UTC
Dust settles.
No longer shall
Pattering feet
Send it flying
The walls stop echoing.
No longer shall there be
Loud joyous voices,
Soft voices with whispering confidences...
The tap keeps dripping.
No longer left open
In careless negligence.
The corners
No longer hide
Secrets dripping
From quavering lips
The grass in the field
Will quietly rustle
Missing innocence
And smiles
Of free days in the Sun.
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