Friday, April 22, 2011

Lest We Be Considerate

The Earth retired
in the middle of it's life.

Mountains moved us
At the climax we faught to climb.

Limb after limping limp, we galloped.
Not one breath wasted,
Not one kiss left... Untasted.

The rivers reflecting the brightest blue it's ever shone.
Giving it everything,
in a last day of life, being a last moment of all.

Without a tear left for the world to shed,
we turn to ash...

And there is no one else to blame.
Destruction = mortality.

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