The Slow Death / The Art Of Nature

The Slow Death / The Art Of Nature

A Poem by winter;lyra

The wind blows
The water flows
The threes grow
The spaceships fly

The land morphs
The sea sprouts
The sky cloaks
The chip shrinks

The lion hunts
The bisons run
The vulture waits
The missiles hit

The clock alarms
The morning sounds
The coffee smell
The slow death

The clock screams
The night comes
The sea revolts
The slow death

The clock breaks
The end comes
The earth revolts
The slow death

The clock laughs
The truth comes
The sky revolts
The slow death

The wind blows
The water flows
The threes grow
The man loves

© 2015 winter;lyra


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Added on December 13, 2015
Last Updated on December 13, 2015