Apocalypse

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Picture by Susu Laroche (Flickr)

When the sun crumbles

And the mountains shake

When the ground breaks

And swallows our mistakes

Let the angels call our names

Let them search every way

Death will wait before it takes

And we'll leave without a trace.

 

Christy


Submitted: November 21, 2020

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hullabaloo22

You paint a very vivid scene here. I'd never heard the sun described as crumbling before - an excellent description.

Sat, November 21st, 2020 7:27pm

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Thank you, Hully.

Sun, November 29th, 2020 7:18am

D. Thurmond aka JEF

Well done and well written, but due to my old eyes, I wish the font was a little bigger.

Sat, November 21st, 2020 9:40pm

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Thank you for reading, I appreciate it. I did try making the font bigger one time but I didn't like how it looked.

Sun, November 29th, 2020 7:22am

Jeff Bezaire

If only we could leave without a trace, but our footprint is too big to be gobbled up in one swallow, unless the earth breaks apart altogether to become chunks of rock hurtling on a repeated trajectory through space.

Mon, November 23rd, 2020 6:52am

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Then I guess the alternative is to not care about the trace you'll leave.

Sun, November 29th, 2020 7:24am

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