Like a land destroyed
Chunks of concrete, shards of metal
Strewn all around.
Dark smoke
Black, black sky
The air hangs like an unwashed shrowd
Smelling of sulfur
Reeking, reeking of death.
Hearts break like that...
But what is this...
Is it a flower, a tiny rose bud
From this barren land born
Can she make it live again?
Orange zest, the very thought brings back memories of childhood! Of life when it was more simple and innocent. Reminiscence. Love. Colours and joy!
you say a lot in so few words...
ReplyDeletelovely words...you have crafted it beautifully!
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