Ending

Ending

A Poem by sasha


Then I will be free to go 
And even anywhere I want 
Complete my pitiful final solo 
In my house dark and gaunt 
My days are like the shadows 
Under the trees along the street 
Their roots like our play is shallow 
Where I always take the back seat



© 2013 sasha


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Added on May 12, 2013
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sasha
sasha

Munich, city centre, Germany



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