Poem

Apart of it

The buildings would communicate,
The birds gave a warning.
Everything spoke
Of what exactly?

Which speak is thus
When nothing spoke no more
The surroundings became close
The sun was dull

A burn was not felt
A touch would flinch

The sun came back
The wind came back
They stopped speaking
Instead they became

They became what they may have been
They became a cold touch
A warmth
They became many far afar

When it had all stopped
The world ended
Enclosed
When it came back
I was a part of it.

– Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

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