The Dreaded Dream
sharna
20 Feb, 2012 09:44 AMPeople die, Children cry The world erupts in screams. The river runs dry The crows always lie The sun takes back it’s beams. She alone stands tall, Though mistaken for a fool And the world does nought but scream. Darkness covers all The air goes cool The sun refuses to beam. It’s clear to all eyes That everyone dies The world explodes with screams. People die While children cry Nothing is as it seems. Sharna. K. Foan
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Post a Comment19 Aug, 2017 03:38 PM
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