It is over

By
a black wind blows through an empty meadow
no one will witness its despair.

the grass rustles faintly
the world around is empty and forgotten.

the sun is non existent
the dark clouds dominate the sky.

they hang low and close to the ground
they feel defeated and at loss.

a single bolt of lightning will be this place's demise
it is expected but so unexpected.

the chance is always there
this time it will happen.

this time, there is no hope
this time, it is over.





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