Devoid of any living creatures,
A land of crumbled features
Earthquake-shaken, flood-ravaged,
Shattered glass scattered on the ground.
A wind sweeps by with whispers of grief,
What was once all green, now not a single leaf
Dusty browns and faded greys remain,
Not at all a wonderful sight to behold.
Buildings seem to have been crushed by trucks,
For a single one to stay intact, there was no such luck
Fresh air was a dream, trickling rivers a fantasy,
Once sturdy walls now covered in bullet holes.
Man and nature wrecked havoc in this place,
The latter a harbinger for the former to attack
Like the remnants of a corpse, these are the bare bones
Of a prosperous town of golden spoons and warm hearts.
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Music Into Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poems transforming various musical keys, both major and minor ones, into difference scenes of nature. Keep in mind that these are my own interpretations of how music would translate into words. Enjoy! :)
