Home of the crows

I was here, a district was once with souls
They called it, a paradise on earth
Every streets, never dying festive parades
A heart-warming place, we both called home

Then we woke up, to ambiguous dark sky
Streets littered with fallen autumn leaves
Our home, is at the end of lease
Now, a home of the crows

Like a sandcastle, collapses when it's time
Like a ladder, it extends to a stop eventually
And good moments, it lasts

When the time comes, don't be scared.


MX
18/04/2020
Miri