The wind is dancing in the empty streets.
The empty houses are looking down.
No sound is heard in the leafless trees.
And yellow mist is spreading around.
Sometimes it rains, pouring down with tears.
Filling the streets with salty streams.
The town is silent soaked with fears.
The sleepless nights are without dreams.
The people are talking but lips are not moving.
Sometimes they are smiling but faces are sad.
They seemed to be busy, but what are they doing?
The town is empty, the town is dead.
Empty town
© Copyright: Владимир Левченко 2, 2012
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