30 november 2011
Ghosttown
The rain has fallen long ago
Now streets are dry and dusty.
The fire in the fireplace has turned to ashes
that fall around like snow.
The eyes are closed, all lips are sealed
and no word, no whisper you can hear.
There`s no flowers and no animals
And even colors disappeared.
Silence.
All around the town.
You can even hear your heartbeat.
No picture. Not a sound.
And then a scream
or howl or cry of raven
sounds everything.
But just for second.Then it dims.
I`d leave this ghosttown quietly
so I can remain unknown
to the people and the life
that is still here hidden, still unborn.
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