The house for generations stood, Gently cared for Now lays abandoned Four decades, that’s where they stayed Where they shared, cried, laughed and played. Ivy has taken over the south side Growing under the easements Leaving nothing to hide Its covered up the windows…
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My moon
As long there’s a moon There’s always you and I. —by Meriyen Marquez Inspired by Socorro Villalba