It's been a while since I've sat down and just wrote what I was thinking, and after staring at this collection of thoughts and musings I thought I'd add something I just found. It's nothing big, but seemed to fit here. I think it will exist here as a miscellaneous contemplation.
-R.S.
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Desolate greenery fades into a cascading brown plain.
Glaciers cry and moan and fall,
It is their song.
With teary rivers whooshing around the bend,
It is too late to realize that broken things cannot mend?
With harsh cries and triumphant blossoms,
Air is black and clouds are drunken.
They are weighed down as the world sinks,
As trees are sagging,
The bees are meek.
Desires will be forgotten.
When Mother Nature's spins,
Times' move forward,
Punishing sins.
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Wishing for the Unforeseen
PoetryNo matter what's thought, poetry makes people think and thinking does something. It creates new horizons for anybody who just listens to the fluttering wings of thoughts. The thumping, and the feeling of the amazing. The wondrous flight of the new w...
