Tuesday, November 3, 2009

The Ending.

Where does the earth rust

Into brilliant crumbles

Of land and gold

Blown to pieces

Nothing left to die,

Instantly gone

Snatched by the sun’s rays,

Ripe with singe

Burning down the middle,

It erupts,

Forgotten forever,

As if We have never existed.

 

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