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Sunday, March 11, 2012

The empty street


The streets from my home where i was born---
for the First time i laughed, cried and saw the world....
everything just belonged to me just to me...


The empty Streets searching for the children who played long and ran over all the time..
The empty Streets missing the laugh and the laughter and the games played with smile faces...


the little plants on the streets were grown and gave the sign we the children were grown too....
and had left the street and the plants behind..
and there were more little plants came up and there were more children playing on the street...
and making the same nosies..
while playing we falled some time and the street holds us and gave the warm hug and made us play with the same energy...


And alone some time sitting alone in the street, thinking lost in thoughts looking at the homes and at the stones.
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