Short Stories Of Love (COMPLETED)

Little Town

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Sometimes...
If I'm really quiet,
If I focus just enough,
I can hear that little town.
Even though I wasn't there I can still hear it.
The sounds of children laughing,
Of people talking,
Of dogs barking,
Of drums playing,
Of horses hooves pounding the ground.
A baby cries,
People sing,
A score is made on the basketball court.
I can hear the forest birds songs mingling with the songs of the people,
The wind rustling the exotic tree leaves.
But over it all I can hear your voice on the PA System.
Making me dance in the dust.
Making me close my eyes and smile and just breathe.
You talk of how much you Love us.
Your people.
I watch the dust tangling with the rays of sun and see what you've built here,
See everything that we've done.
See the joy and peace in the eyes of the people as they pass,
Smiling and waving.
But when I open my eyes,
There I go, getting dragged away from that little town.
I can't hear your voice anymore.
I can't hear those children.
I can't hear that place.
I can only hear the sound of the insects as I mourn for that little town.
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For Jonestown