There is no one in the streets,
The town stands silent,
Waiting for a sound,
Waiting.
The buildings loom overhead,
A vine grows up on one wall.
The sky is blue,
And puffy clouds drift over it.
It's completely
Silent.
YOU ARE READING
Sketches
PoetryPoems that describe a lot of random things in First Person. It's not the best, but I guess it's okay. It has really cool pictures, though.
