Hackpoems

Title: Hoco \| Submitted by: dswain \| Written by: Doug Swain \| Style: None

I used to enjoy a silent conversation with you Peering out the window to a winding street below New England roofs dotted yonder and Just like the leaves scattered along those lines Starting green, becoming red, orange, yellow And sometimes dead This view was our own reserve And still today silence is the conjoint sound None of the views have changed Roads, roofs, windows Leaves and it all Seems to look the same Only now, only now I enjoy this On my own

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