Jesse love

Rookie (August 20th 1995)

The World Burns With Black Fire - Poem by Jesse love

The forests were green
The skies were blue
The air was clean
Every morning the finches sang
To the yellow sun

But now all that was green and beautiful is gone
In an ocean of violence and war
The skies are dark
The air smells of gasoline

And all
That is left of the forests
Is ashes

The dark sun rises every morning
No birds sing

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2008

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