Flies buzz around the street lighting as I go along it
Hardly no one can be seen walking the streets
The city stays inside all day
There seems to be nobody out and about
Everyone’s turned into the living dead
Maybe I’m simply unaware of it
About the Creator
The River and the Drops
High in the mountains, where no one watched and no one applauded, tiny drops of water slipped from melting snow. Each drop was small, almost invisible, and carried a quiet fear within itself. They began their journey without knowing where they were going, only knowing that they were moving away from where they began.
By Sudais Zakwan5 days ago in Art
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