Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Remains

In the ghost's town, under the sun 
There's still a flower budding, somewhere
in the parks, make-shift places caught between 
spontaneity and adulthood
there rests a bit of what was forgotten, a bridge and some 
Monkey bars, candy jars
slides and sand grains
and somewhere a childhood that remains.

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