The sky fell
The walls crumbled
The earth shook
And everything left
Was the barenness
Of an empty bar counter
Of a vacant bakery
Of fields of grey grass
Everything was gone
And yet, between pieces of
Rubble, tiny sprouts of
Flowers poked their tiny heads up above the ashes and doom.
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Flying Away || Poetry
PoetryPoems by the broken, for the broken. {Lovely cover done by @tinhovercarinice}
