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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1391060

An apocolypic thing that came out of nowhere...

The moon closes her eyes;
Underneath the dead leaves, Earth does not stir.
The sun has already walked on.

Who knew?

Skies are flaming black, though to the trees
That has no meaning.
They watch in silence …

Who knew?

Rivers are unmoving.
The stars are dull,
Yet the shadows are blinding.

Tchac, says the dry rain.
The clouds spread ponderously
Against the dead sky.


Who knew??
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