Deserted Lands

barren trees,

tall yellow grass, crusted ground

lined gray cement,

a tractor, neck bent downward

no longer plows,

the air stenches of lost hope

houses like gaunt faces

haunted by the past,

here – see the skeleton

of an abandoned town,

hear, are the echos

of forgotten sounds.


Inspired by the view from my train ride– which consisted of such vast, abandoned landscapes. Quite beautiful in its own way. Quite lonely to see.



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