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A peom originally writen about global warming but can be interpreted in loads of ways!
Submitted:Oct 19, 2011 Reads: 12 Comments: 3 Likes: 2
A drop of water
falls on her face.
A flower is born
the bloom of the human race.
Thick black ash,
blots out the summer skies.
These are the things,
you can see from her eyes.
A little black beetle,
scrambling on the floor.
Waiting for the foot to come down,
is this all we are here for?
To be mangled,
in the web of time.
Life was meant to be,
but will it ever be divine?
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