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Apr 2014
The day the clouds fell down,
The moon was hurled to Earth,
The stars dropped for lack of space,
The ground shook with volcanic fervor.

This thing called time ceased to whirl,
A darkness fell all across the land,
The sun, once bright, now had a dark tint,
We stood,held hands and cried ****** tears.

Atmospheric storms raced onwards,
Showering us all with the heaviest rains,
We shivered in the dampness, very few,
Were left the day the clouds fell down.

Indignant hearts cried out to heaven,
We waved our fists and cursed in vain,
The little children stood close besides us,
How dare the world collapse this day.

We took a world and destroyed its beauty,
So kings and queens now hid in shadows,
To think that nature had nothing to say,
How could the calamity now shout its name?

This lonely day the clouds fell down,
We thought that time would ever present be,
Yet, in our minds and hearts so shattered,
We still screamed and shook our fists at God.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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