FINA Poem by daisyreelorraine
The scorching heat...
Biting cold from the inside. A crystal shape thing drops down, A voice crying out from the desert. I wish the rain could lament enough, Forbearing to fall from heaven's height; What else do we have to suffer, If not all these hurt and hunger? But the cycle could turn out better, As long as the chains are steeled together, And man is sensitive to one another, Then the world will mourn no more. The sky...a lovely scene, All miseries would have a fin.
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