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My steps disappear in smog.
Chimneys of death just smoke.
Blue sky,
Did you cry?
The painful chorus of trees break the air.
Everything becomes dark there.
Blood
flood,
heat,burning forests, acid rain...
The Earth is a derailed train.
Stop it!Can't you see?
Let the bird fly free!

Reviews

[Blue]

I like the poetic phrases "chimneys of death," "chorus of trees," and "derailed train."

[Steven Croat]

Thank you!

[Stephen]

This time you gripped a perfect rhyme. I liked the rhythm of this poem, the concept's entertaining and I really enjoyed reading this poem with a the great hilarious words.

Keep penning!

[Steven Croat]

Thank you!