Weeds as tall as children
Partially hide the dusty windows.
A long silence hangs
Where once promise echoed.
Broken glass fills the street –
Glittering like emeralds
To some – to a majority –
Proving their travails.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
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- Category: Reflection
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