Hi friends! It’s been a couple of though days for me as wasn’t in my best shape. But I’m getting back on track 🙂

For today’s assignment on #writing201 we have to write a ballad about our neighborhood using assonance. Since I don’t particularly like my latest neighborhood, I thought to write about it’s past. Hope you’ll enjoy it

The haunting past

Old buildings, golden history

People with stories

No one bothers to listen,

All became ruins and miseries.

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The invisible, destructive force

Left its marks on everything,

Wounded souls crying for help

When they were left with nothing.

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Many years have come and gone

People went in infinite ways

A new life started to replace

All wounded souls of olden days.

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New houses were built around

The broken ruins of the ghost town

Nature is taking its course,

No more reasons to feel down.

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