Mother nature is sick
Her lungs are giving out
And her beauty is fading
Not much time to heal her
Not enough time to fix the mess we've made
But there's still time
We must act before it's too late.
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Dark Aftermath
PoetryGraveyard for dark thoughts "Dark thoughts and careless whispers became the shadow of the person I once was". . . . . . I am entering a new chapter of my life and I am grateful for seeing more light than darkness now. Here's a collection of poems...
