What Once Was Residence Poem by Eillio Imbasciati
What Once Was Residence
In that small town,
No one knew,
There's also no one new
All the same, except what once was residence
On the dead property
The grass won't grow,
Nor does personal growth
Those trees, they tumble for the Earth,
Gone,
Just like the debris of his life story
Yet,
He must be an adult, not a dolt, about such matters
Wednesday, February 10, 2021
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