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Terminus

  • Writer: Words Among Trees
    Words Among Trees
  • Aug 21, 2019
  • 1 min read

It feels like a star

burst within my aching chest

the bees are dying

what then can be done

the masses ignore

the signs of quiet demise

one more jagged sigh

another hive dies

elites spray more pesticides

what then can be done

we are inhaling stale hope

the earth is silent






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