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Everyday I walk in this park, when it closes I sneak in and walk in the dark

I love the beauty it holds, each flower is gorgeous but I find more appealing marigolds 

Each day passes the same with a nice day in the park. But In time the parks hides in the shadows, it doesn’t show any happiness not even a spark 

The park now holds trash that devourers the the grass, the statues look molded, chairs are thrown some are folded

The flowers are shriveled with barely any life. The tops look like they have been cut with a knife

This needs to stop, but there is nothing I can do but hope, I think as I sit on this slope