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Joanna

Going, Going, Gone

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Backpack packed,

door shut quietly,

stars shining cheerfully,

a long way to go.

 

Dark alleys looming,

old haunts sighing,

lonely steps echoeing,

then the city left behind.

 

Trees throwing shadows,

owls screeching hungrily,

roots trip me angrily,

but I’m in safety… for now.

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Pia on 12 April, 2017

That's amazing!! I love this poem!