All the colours of our nature,
All the sounds and smells!
We look and think about the future
While our sorrow melts.
We say Thank You, use, and go,
Leaving so much mess,
Melted sorrow, stress,
Into seas and rivers flow.
All the colours of our nature
Soon will fade away.
Beautiful but helpless creatues
Will have naught to say.
Their voices will be filled with dust,
Coughing, their once colours grey...
Protect themselves they truly must
To keep the Devil at bay.
Are the promises all lies?
Could there be a compromise?
Because otherwise,
All the colours of our nature
Soon will fade away.
2007-09-01
06:03:56
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Dani
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➔ Poetry
Thanks T!FF!. The devil was not meant to be literal. I'll leave others to guess:)
2007-09-01
06:33:48 ·
update #1