One tree
Surrounded by ashes
Its leaves flutter
On the warm spring wind.
A wolf
Howling at the full moon
Memories it will
Never understand.
A boy
Crying in a park
He doesn’t know
Who he’s waiting for.
Cities
Full of cars and buildings
Where nothing stirs
And there’s no life at all.
One world
Surrounded on all sides
The infinite of space and
Yet it’s all alone.
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Haunting, but not frightening, though it lingers in the mind. I really liked the pacing as well; kinda subdued tone of the poem. yet it's all alone was just a perfect way to end this. well done
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