Tuesday, February 20, 2018

The end?

A small smile plays on the lips of the night
As the abandoned child gazes at the stars
And the mother who has no child shivers in
The deeper velvet depths of midnight despair.
This then is the world that is now and that we
Have inherited from our forebears.

(c) 2ndwitch, 19/02/18


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