The penguin looks for the rainbow,
amongst the field of floating ice.
The white colossal melting away.
The fury of the wind blow silently,
tasteless like a rye cake.
Natures keepsake wandering on a melting island.
The melting icy desert,
reveals not the rainbow.
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Author:
Gammers (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 8th, 2021 18:31
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
an important message that needs sharing, repeating, sharing, repeating
until, our myriad of worded pleas cultivate a rainbow's shadow of direction
to awaken us from our indifferent, inaction
and reverse, our seemingly inevitable extinction...
thanks for sharing
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