Life is but a
Dream,
It's a need long
Forgotten,
Where God's creatures
We're once our friends,
Unknown by man's
Machines
Who know nothing
Of speech,
By mother nature's
Flowers
Withering away in
Our grasp
Before we can even save
A single petal,
It's merely a fantasy
That's why it is so gritty.
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Author:
PrimalHeaven (
Offline) - Published: October 23rd, 2023 01:26
- Comment from author about the poem: Waxing philosophical about life and how it abuses that which we take granted.
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Comments2
Powerful write.
As custodians we don't like to share.
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