The melancholic moon hangs, guilty in the mourning mist.
The murderous sun rises to execute the closing vapour.
Innocent winds unknowingly disperse the evidence far and wide.
And I awaken from my snow-filled dream to shower under forgiving rain.
As ignorant to nature's glorious torment as volcanoes are to life.
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Author:
Yorke (
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Comments2
what a wonderful and thoughtful poem OMG !
Thank you 😀
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