Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
There was nothing left to say, after the great decline of humanity. Knowing yourself, watching without any action. Then who triggered the quake? A little candle in storm. But the selfish man will not keep a date. Migration will continue towards the edge. You were not there in my verse, today.
0
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
Stone Hearted
There was nothing left to say, after the great decline of humanity. Knowing yourself, watching without any action. Then who triggered the quake? A little candle in storm. But the selfish man will not keep a date. Migration will continue towards the edge. You were not there in my verse, today.
Written by
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem