Fatal Beauty
The evening sky aglow with color
beauty incarnate to the human eye.
In it's mist death awaits
as the damage we belie.
With sins of greed
the poisons build on high.
Will we wake and recover
or wait and see our planet die?
Copyright © Terry L. Allen | Year Posted 2012
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