Street of Maple
Street of maple,
Long and dark,
Full of trees with its maple,
Different colour with its different size,
Autumn monsoon fell off the dry maple,
Mess all the places,
Come a girl quoting the dry leaves,
Clean the whole area,
Her hands and leg full of dirts,
Fill the dirts in the plastic waste bags,
Alone here and there,
Spotted due to mud,
No one helps or guide her,
All the way alone in the street of maple,
The street of maple lots of maple tree that never been cleaned,
Once cleaned, will be dissappeared by Unknown mysterious thing.
Copyright © Shazrina Sadik | Year Posted 2017
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