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Abandoned house Poetry And Musings By Anshita Solanki
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- Performing Arts
I'm like an abandoned house,
Trying to call
The ghosts of memories
That left me waiting.
So tell me,
Do you look at me
When you pass by
In your car,
Or do you just close your eyes,
At the plight of my ruins?
The dried leaves
Falling off a fading tree,
Slowly burries me to death,
Breadth by breadth.
I'm like an abandoned house,
Trying to call
The ghosts of memories
That left me waiting.
So tell me,
Do you look at me
When you pass by
In your car,
Or do you just close your eyes,
At the plight of my ruins?
The dried leaves
Falling off a fading tree,
Slowly burries me to death,
Breadth by breadth.
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