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Empty
No child at play, the swing stands still
This hallowed ground of childhood
A vacant lot, no entry here
Tomorrow’s sale board will soon appear
How can danger be imagined
When laughter still lingers here?
The voice inside screams
Let the children play once more…
©Anita Dawes
Just found out who you are, Lynn… and very impressed that you liked one of Anita’s poems…xxx
A beautiful, true sadness….I love this…
Someone? Thanks for such a lovely comment!