Saturday, 7 October 2017

The leaves by Jakub


The bushy leaves swishing in the background,
All you can hear is swish, swish.
Children playing on the playground, leaving me in peace.
But later they come to the hide-out,
Some snap twigs,
Some fix them.
Some never bother to come inside.

They clean, they make it dusty.

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