Bright blues bleed from skies, no longer compared to human eyes.
Vibrant leaves flourish from trees, not poisoned by machinery.
The Earth stands still, free of pain, no smoky air or acid rain.
the trees grow tall to kiss the clouds, with no one here to chop them down.
No more wars, no more fear, if humanity just wasn't here.
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Heartstrings and Other Things
PoetrySnapping like the strings of violins, red dripping on my fingertips. The angels cry for the bleeding hearts, the sirens sing their songs of sorrow, both sobbing in their worlds, apart, what is whole today is gone tomorrow.
