Wednesday, April 6, 2022

Poetry 1

An empty building
It's the middle of the day
Most of it's occupants are at work today
A barking dog
A scurrying cat
A rotten window
A sill that's turned to dust
Things made of logs
Things made of iron
Both eventually rust
Rust or rot is the same
As dust they both became

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