The end of time caressing nature’s mythological rhyme,
Of all the devastation that comes to mind.
To find the finish line of thistles soon,
Of roses yet to bloom
And figuratively read its invisible and transparent line
To slowly find the black or white.
Its judgement time.
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Comments2
Loved the flow and feel as well as internal rhyme in this poem a fave
Thank you
You are welcome
Sense of looming inevitability. Nice.
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