The sky flashes the world with brilliant oranges and Reds,
And the sun hides behind the horizon, I pause to think:
Why must it be like this?
It is a crime to terminate something to beautiful,
But it happens everyday,
And everyday it pains me just the same
But the blue sky inevitably returns
Birds will be heard chirping,
Children will seen playing,
And my heart will be felt beating again.
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Midnight thoughts on Poetry
Poetry"Fear" I dreamed a dream that held such fear, Such fear that everything i hold would disappear, Such agony and witless hate Behold this dream, now i'm awake! They came with cold hard hands and guns, Hundreds, Thousands, marching phantoms in leather...
