The gray arch stayed, broken
It could not survive the fall
Now it's here; in ruin
If only I could've saved it.
I've seen this arch a thousand times
Been here before I was born
Civilization loved the arch
But now, they're gone.
I did not know where they went
I hope it was somewhere nice.
Wildflowers grew near the arch
Yellow, orange and green
I picked them up; then dropped them
Now's not the time for flowers, I thought
Then walked away.
The fall was devastating
I did not know what happened, but
Destruction lay in its wake.
And desolation was born.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
The gray arch stayed, broken
It could not survive the fall
Now it's here; in ruin
If only I could've saved it.
I've seen this arch a thousand times
Been here before I was born
Civilization loved the arch
But now, they're gone.
I did not know where they went
I hope it was somewhere nice.
Wildflowers grew near the arch
Yellow, orange and green
I picked them up; then dropped them
Now's not the time for flowers, I thought
Then walked away.
The fall was devastating
I did not know what happened, but
Destruction lay in its wake.
And desolation was born.
I am sorry if this made you sad.
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