The streets are silent
The lights are out
The place is abandoned
No shadow of a doubt
Gone are the squabbles
The laughter and the joy
Replaced by just echoes
And the odd rumbling noise
The land, it is sinking
Deep beneath the waves
Although now it is standing
It will be gone within days
A once vibrant city
Full of energy and life
Becomes but a memory
In its own afterlife


    1. Thank you, Balroop! I like having fun with words, so try to put them together in some kind of sensible (to me!) order! What I write about may make no sense whatsoever, but it’s the writing something different that I enjoy.

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  1. This poem is very apropo for what we are experiencing right at this moment in my little world of paradise. A severe tropical storm is dropping deluges of rain. Flooding is expected. Hope my internet keeps going.
    Glad I was able to pop in before the lights go out. Have a peaceful Monday evening.
    Isadora 😎

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