Visited the bay to find it strangely deserted. Perhaps I have missed something. Maybe not.
And there's no closed sign on the door
Perhaps there are renovations
As has happened oft times before
The door is left ever slightly ajar
Nothing to entry that bars the way
Perhaps an oversight by the owner
Or some other form of dismay
No writers are gathered by the desk
Their voices silent in a curious way
Perhaps a "Herald" told them some truths
That has caused them to stay away
The entrance hall lies empty and strange
Where the bustle of patrons once was
Perhaps it is just a temporary thing
That no one can explain the cause.
Poetry by Liam
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Written on 2024-12-16 at 12:53
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When the lights are on...
There are lights seen through the windowAnd there's no closed sign on the door
Perhaps there are renovations
As has happened oft times before
The door is left ever slightly ajar
Nothing to entry that bars the way
Perhaps an oversight by the owner
Or some other form of dismay
No writers are gathered by the desk
Their voices silent in a curious way
Perhaps a "Herald" told them some truths
That has caused them to stay away
The entrance hall lies empty and strange
Where the bustle of patrons once was
Perhaps it is just a temporary thing
That no one can explain the cause.
Poetry by Liam
Read 33 times
Written on 2024-12-16 at 12:53
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