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this is a poem i wrote when i was feeling very down and angry at the world....---- it reflects in the poem....
color=yellow]THE WORLD TO COME
shattered windows reflect the broken sun
their pieces lying on the naked floor
darkness takes the place of the withered light's remains,
thresholds of dusk threatening to overtake.
the heat of day left in its weakened state,
is but a sad remembrance of happier times,
the long forgottn taste of summer
waiting to embrace the immortal skies again.
but now the cold wet winter wind blows
shelling the vegetation of their protections,
and leaving a chill in the hearts of man,
quieting the once brave lions of the earth.
 soulreaperaaia · Mon Dec 17, 2007 @ 02:04am · 0 Comments |
