Broken fence

Here’s your girl
waiting for you near the broken fence

Here’s your love under the shade of a palm,
darkening under the clouds of faint anger

Here’s your moment shivering slightly
before its death in the cold blades of grass

Here’s your memory resting heavily
on the tired breasts, what would you say to them?

Here’s your house staring at the street,
its silky dreams lying on the corner of a bed

Here’s your evening, passing by, as a long shadow,
leaving broken pieces all around

Here’s your silence choosing its robes for a party,
restless fingers, what would you say to them?………(WIP). Am doing my assignment.

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