Dusting off the sand,
covering miles and miles of
historic land that has once had life.
Finding the remains of a home,
Toaster, teapots, air fryers,
Ripped fabric stuck on a shard of metal,
Drifting in the wind,
Abandoned in the middle of a village,
Barely standing,
One little push and the extra wood will come down
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Author:
elenakalugin (
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- Published: March 3rd, 2022 13:49
- Category: Nature
- Views: 9
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