Icy death
One firm lookeyes like blue ice
Destroy the soul
from the corner of your mind
The world can not see
and yet it knows everything
Sweet smell of rain
while you lay dying
Grey clouds pass by
every inch turn to ice
Who will remember
when the world comes to an end
In thousands of years
all we've done is destroy
So who will remember
the slow death of a flower
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2008-11-27 at 10:52
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