Wednesday, April 30, 2014


 Away from the multitudes
contemplating the
Vast horizon - the sunset.
Everything and everyone forlorn.
The tree next to me echoes
My existence - whispers
Its history into me.
A bluebird ventures into
The cumulous clouds-
Flying far above the land.
Distant waters rise - ice decreasing
With warmth of global magnitude
Destruction ensues and
Fish line the desolate shores
As the rain pours death fumes
Of our own holocaust.

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