#977-Message
Smiling,
For the world to see.
But no one’s around.
Streets are empty.
Only an occasional bird,
Chirping.
It’s a strange spring.
A reminder,
Of those carefree days,
Taken for granted.
Smiling,
For the world to see.
But no one’s around.
Streets are empty.
Only an occasional bird,
Chirping.
It’s a strange spring.
A reminder,
Of those carefree days,
Taken for granted.