We are the last humans
Living through our last years
Awaiting the growth of the seeds we have planted.
At most times, unaware of our fragility and insignificance.
Unaware that a drought could come at any time,
And destruction could strike at any hour,
And that death is always a whisper in our ears, a millisecond away.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
