A Quiet Revolution
Look around at the golden hues
shades ever changing
now look at the world, with its
blackening brow
dying embers of autumn flame
darker days are looming
the deepening rain storms
throwing down opaque
minions, thump
thumping the ground
wetting parched lips of
impassive need
just trying to survive.
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