Smouldering.
People will cry,
And not know the reason.
But perhaps we are crying,
Because we mourn a world that is dying.
And from beyond the depths of understanding,
Out for the world we are crying.
Without words we are speaking,
Because words cannot be capable of mourning,
When the Earth is smouldering.
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Musings of a Deep Thinker: Free-Verse, Rants, and Poetic Rants.
PoetryCompilation of different poems and rants that I've thought of and overall what goes through my mind when I think about life in general. Yeah. Enjoy.
