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The fallen pollen is reclaiming the oxygen, Suffocating the rain until its soggy tendrils Devour the world's sickness and plague. Gunshots pellet the windows, Booms of the ostentatious cannons And blinding flashes of electric bombs. Screaming birds; tumultuous ponds! Overflowing and impenetrable. The aggrandizing mushroom cloud Envelops the sky into opaque nothingness. With a bang not a whimper The unending symphony Self-destructs Into clamorous silence. Cries of the vulnerable innocents Brought into the season of life, Full of the absence of color In chill, white hospital rooms Where even the purest souls Can sense the lies they are being told. Oh nameless sadness, oh forgotten song, Oh unspoken elegy To the hidden Stigma.
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May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
Songs of Spring
The fallen pollen is reclaiming the oxygen, Suffocating the rain until its soggy tendrils Devour the world's sickness and plague. Gunshots pellet the windows, Booms of the ostentatious cannons And blinding flashes of electric bombs. Screaming birds; tumultuous ponds! Overflowing and impenetrable. The aggrandizing mushroom cloud Envelops the sky into opaque nothingness. With a bang not a whimper The unending symphony Self-destructs Into clamorous silence. Cries of the vulnerable innocents Brought into the season of life, Full of the absence of color In chill, white hospital rooms Where even the purest souls Can sense the lies they are being told. Oh nameless sadness, oh forgotten song, Oh unspoken elegy To the hidden Stigma.
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May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
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