My Interpretation of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

Small Town

Standing on a mountaintop,
small town looking pale,
the postmark reminds me of,
the town,
the clouds,
swallows flying hurriedly,
and a girl with a smile,
coming and going,
and now the footsteps,
of the drifting cirrus clouds,
no longer belong to,
this town.

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