The Shack, The Shed

The shack

The shed

The grass has bred

The leaves are dry

The trees are dead

The path forgot where once it led

The birds no longer fly the sky

The wind whispers words once said

There is no looking back, no looking ahead

It's been abandoned

The place is fled

The shack

The shanty

The shelter

The shed

 

 

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