Sunday Night Poetry (Week 35)

When rivers run red,

And the trees become huge,

And your cozy bed,

Is no longer a refuge,

When snowflakes fall

To the ground in July,

And you start to call,

“Please tell me why!”

When spirits walk

Among us once more,

And in silence they talk

Like never before,

When the sky is not blue

And never will be again,

Who will you turn to

When the night comes to end?

For the spirits, they walk,

And the snowflakes, they shock,

And the rivers, they run,

And the sky, there is none.

While some call this

The end of the world,

Something’s amiss:

A plot unfurled.

Creation anew

Has come to light,

From nothing it grew:

A new world taking flight.


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