Ghost town – Anna G Stone

Faded, twisting,

Only part there;

A serenading shadow,

A trick of the mind.

 

Beauty and colour

mostly gone;

But the richness

still lives on.

 

Is it just a

Will – o – the – wisp,

Or is it really
here?

 

Maybe some day

it will reappear

in all its

long – lost glory.

 

But just for

now it only

exists –

Faded, twisting, dead.