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Abandoned To The Past

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Abandoned To The Past

 

 

Children’s laughter floats upon the air
Spun sugar smells linger here and there
Swan boat sits in waters eerily still
It’s paint peeling, reeds growing, at a standstill

Ferris wheel, large circle outlined against the sky
Seats swinging, creaking, a bit cock-eye
Once painted bright colors of all hues
Faded now with rust showing through

I stand upon the rotting pier
Bare trees stand sentinel so austere
I close my eyes against the lambast
A silent tear falls, abandoned to the past.