The sky is falling
There are no clouds or birds in the sky
The sky is a darkish purple with thunder and lighting erupting
There is no sudden. movements from any living creatures
The earth is deathly quiet
you could drop a penny and only hear the clunk clap of it's vibrations
The wind is nowhere to be heard or felt in this lonely endlessness we call earth
The humans are long gone from this place
The ground is cracking and there is no source of life except for the grass
The grass is forest green and erupting with new beginnings
Any type of water source is dried up and has been swallowed up by the craters of the earth
The rain is coming down like its no tomorrow literally
The end is coming and everything is going to wiped out and a new planet will take it's place instead
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CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
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The Expressionists
PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
