Mi Mundo

The sun dies, everything is so gray.
The scorched earth, looks like an ashtray.

We don't care, till the water takes way.
My heart sinks at the dim lights on Broadway.

Please, let the future live.
For it may, not easily forgive.





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sportsgrl10m6 said...
May 9, 2009 at 4:11 pm
Thank you very much!
 
Miaoru said...
Apr. 13, 2009 at 4:53 pm
I like your message in this poetry!
 
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