Remind me of the times where everything was joy — where the Sun radiated smiles upon each flower and where the Moon cracked open the laughter of the seas.
Remind me of the times that are unlike today's — where the deafening silence at night falls to that of a ghastly wind.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
