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death of childhood

a hoarse wind passes
over the deserted playground

dry autumn leaves tumble
across the cracked grey lot

a small
boy
sits alone
on the carousel

turning
ever
so

slow ly



he hums
a slow

forlorn
melody
to him self

and
the song
echoes quiet ly

through the empty park


the once cheery colors
have faded
away
and the playground
is
grey


bro ken toys
long forgotten
scatter the dying
grass


the sky
is empty
for the ravenbirds
choose to fly
elsewhere

and
the carousel
is
slow ly
tur ning





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