The empty street
The empty street by Anita
By Anita EzodePublished 10 months ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Omid Armin on Unsplash
An empty street
An empty street, An empty house
I’m all alone,
The rooms are getting smaller
I wonder where everyone went?
So I say a little prayer
And hope to see them again
I’m laughing with my friends
But I can’t stop myself from getting lost
I try running to the end of the street
But it keeps getting longer
The dreams will take me there
Where the skies are blue
The street are crowded
To see everyone once again
To a place where I love the most
To a place where I would be happy
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About the Creator
Anita Ezode
I love writing poems
I love use how I feel to write a poem or a story
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