The Past
Rusted fences shiver my flesh,
Ripped newspapers makes past stories,
Past,rusted suitcase tells unknown stories,
"R.I.P,Mr Redwood,May 14th"
Broken windows echo my mind,
Graffiti artists takes art to the stage,
Erskine Wellington's best kept secrets.
nice poem nick
ReplyDeleterusted fences shiver my flesh is great!`
Madison says nice poem Nick
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