Grim RosesA Poem by Ĺυ¢куĎυ¢куDay after day,
hour after hour, minute after minute, second after second. Days go slow, taking in every second. Roses fall to the ground, when the sun leaves. If there would be no sun, there would only be grim. The moon keeps us balanced, If there were no moon, we would be in a mental hospital. If all the birds stop chirping, the world would be silent. If there were no water, there would be no rain or snow. If there was no trees, there would be no paper to write on. What would you do if the roses started to go grim? If the sun and moon left? If there were no more birds to fill in the silence? If there were no storms? These are the true questions that people ignore, but some think this everyday. © 2011 Ĺυ¢куĎυ¢ку |
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