Gentle voices breeze lost through the air.
Wild masterpieces grow tall and ungroomed;
Conquering the vacant playland.
Visions of small hands with large connecting;
Like vines branching out and entangling.
The walls slowly shredding to nothing;
as if it were bark on a tree.
Deteriorating... Extremely... Slowly...
Indents of fingerprints left along the walls.
Gracefully they glide;
Like an artists graceful strokes of paint.
They crumble in patches;
Stripped from the walls.
Gates rising from the ground;
as if they were preventing the depreived from entering.
Sweet laughter lost in the night.
A structure lost for words;
and silent screams of escapism.
The ruins remain to decay,
Empowered by destruction, evanescent.
What was once septiternal becomes ephmeral.
Becomes a memory that drifts;
Much like the painters strokes.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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true love
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My Cheerleader
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womans transformation to happiness and love
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future life together of adventures
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