High Noon Poem (Adapted after High Noon by Edward Hopper)

November 9, 2017


An old empty house
Only one girl
She has no husband

Alone in this world

She looks at the sunset
Hand over heart
Tries to stay hopeful

Without falling apart

A big white house
With a red trim
She stands in the doorway

Waiting for him

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