where do we turn to
when the wind
rustles silently
through abandoned buildings
high enough
to scratch the open sky
maybe they can make it bleed
to feed our shrivelled earth
reawaken
what we've destroyed
long ago
in pursuit of money
and fame
frame the clouds
hang them inside
to make yourself forget
it's your fault
that the skies shake
and cry
with poisonous tears
defeating
the last crops
we had left
what will we eat
when all our money
has run out -
the only thing green
left on your blackened earth
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 1:48 PM UTC
where do we turn to
when the wind
rustles silently
through abandoned buildings
high enough
to scratch the open sky
maybe they can make it bleed
to feed our shrivelled earth
reawaken
what we've destroyed
long ago
in pursuit of money
and fame
frame the clouds
hang them inside
to make yourself forget
it's your fault
that the skies shake
and cry
with poisonous tears
defeating
the last crops
we had left
what will we eat
when all our money
has run out -
the only thing green
left on your blackened earth
inspired by the song The Seed by Aurora
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