End Of World

Streets are silent but not empty
Vehicles sit quietly dot the streets
No clicks, hums except the whistling wind
No movement; all is silent
No animals, no humans; a ghost town
One day life disappeared; never to return
Grasses creep up over taking
Where once they were kept down
Foliage spreads like water
Taking over town; until nothing is left
It’s the end of world coming into hand


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