The ash is widespread
The trees are long dead
Is this the world I truly live in
The prairies barren
The rivers dry
The birds have ceased there lullaby
The brambles grow
The weeds infest
Yet A single rose blooms above the rest
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Poetry
PoetryAll these poems are written by me The only art work I'm claiming is the one on Live or Die That is the only one that is mine, all the other picture/art work claims go to respected artists.
