A gray cloud rises
from chimneys
And wraps the sky
Like an unworthy veil
Concealing the beauty
of a bride
Fires of brazen indiscretion
Burn her gorgeous blue,
As it melts into puddles of water
That pour down on our lands,
In gloomy showers
And each teardrop
Poisons wild creatures
And the mother that nourished them
Who hoped for something much sweeter
Much kinder
Than acid.
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Author:
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Comments3
That’s…extraordinary. Well described and versed…
thank you so much Tallisman 🙂
Such a tender vehicle you have created to carry our message.
Beautiful writing which I would like to add to my favourites and re-read many times.
Thank you so much dusk, means so much
It's nice to know the world is killing us slowly. At some point in time, the animals will laugh at our demise.
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