when these people leave
and they will,
i will have emptied these lanes
that i walk by so often,
i will watch
these pretty little flowers
wither away
and not a let a drop of water
quench them.
slowly
i will watch this place
forget itself.
YOU ARE READING
the blue and the solace
Poesíaa poetry, thoughts and an excerpts collection. - #8 in poetry - #2 in poem
