Quiet is In the surface
wars in the depths
Wait until the volcano erupt
pole northern ice disappears
southern pole mountains fled
penguens looking anxiously
More hot sun cover
The face of the universe
All dainazors extinct
And those who survived the storm
wait their extinction
In a million years
After the first flood
Mother Nature cure
All wounds
Horizon will be full of colors
Arc not
Colors of the future
And new tribes will
Re-write the book:
Genesis
Abdullah azaizeh -13-01-2010
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