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It is now eleven at night
She waltzes into my tense bedroom
The owl looks with its eyes of light
Disappears the threatening doomsday gloom

About an hour or so ago
Collin from the Sub-atomic club
Visited our house and dealt a blow
Revealing what he had heard in the pub

At two minutes to twelve precisely
Will strike the doomsday at midnight
In view of the attack by the virus deadly
Of Pyangong and Washington big bang bullfight

Her chiselled face and eloquent eyes
The arrows of rainbow she unties
The birds and beasts that smoothly flies
In my forest a deep blue moonrise

Don't worry about the Doomsday clock
They won't annihilate each other
Also the opaque climate block
We shall overcome it under a sky azure

Look here at the moonlit forest
The wind is in a drunken dance
In our veins the rivers fascist
Come, our pen and books let us enhance

Doomsdaysday clock will be always there
Sometimes seventeen minutes sometimes two
People are born to survive and share
The lilacs of life and the berries blue

She opens her arms like the Mediterranean
I rediscover myself in a poetry spree
Turn up the dark horses Iranian and Venetian
Flowers and more flowers in the tree


February 10, 2018
For The Doomsday clock 2 minutes to midnight - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet

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