The view have been ruined
noise of clattering can be heard
i can see the cloud just above my head
it is barely beyond my reach
the earth's inhabitants are seen running helter skelter
wives clinging to their husbands
children clinging to their mothers
lovers search for their beloved
all in the name of saying the last goodbye
what is happening?
Everyone is asking,
no one is answering
even at this fog
something is clear
it's happening,
the sky is falling
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