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My Neighborhood

By Melody Fuentes


Skipping schoolgirls fill the street,

light laughter and giggles.

But why is there a sense of defeat

when all that's seen are smiles?

Blossomed trees and rose bushes spring

as hummingbirds float above.

Emotion's twirl, scatter, and swing,

a devil emerges from below.

Despair, regret, joy, and peace

fill the void.

The devil slithers back out of sight

and once again the air portrays,

skipping schoolgirls, blooms, and

all is right

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