Ghost Buildings

Lights from faded

Grass grows

Little ants crawl 

Leaves flowing into my body 

I’m a pretty little thing, even in death

Rotting at my full body 

A little more time 

Their is a fox that loves to forage in my foyers 

Birds in my eves nesting 

Wasps are taking the little insects out fighting a endless tiny war against the spiders

With wight a wings a seed pod falls from a kurrajong 

My foyer becomes its home and soon I watch it grow

Down the roots fall and dig 

My basement has a little more Earth in it now

Then I feel like I will be gone soon

My floors start to crumble 

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