Friday, February 18

The magic has faded
Laughter has melted in time
Rusty squeaks fill expanse
Slowly turning and burning
The paint has chipped
And floats like leaves of fall
Towards the lonely sands
Where children once played
And memories were created
Now abandoned, all alone
This ancient unbreakable joy
Nothing more than welded metal
Once spun like a galvanized top
Only rotates with the earth
Brownish gray shoves through red
To created a saddened sense
It once belonged
Now to only be forgotten

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