Looking out this morning at a different sunrise I caught myself from falling down a tear in my eyes like a Luna landscape like a endtime bell is this the final trumpet even angel's wave farewell an openhearted secret we are not supposed to know mans evolution flashing then falling down a well did it all mean nothing sad forlorn farewell m
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Author:
Mik (Pseudonym) (
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Reflections of decent in this poem from the tear to the sun that will set. Nicely done in few words
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