wonder
Wonder
The sea is silver this morning and easy on the eye
the sky is overcast but will not let the sunshine
the sky sinks towards the land so low it almost
touch the houses and the collective being asks
is this the end?
An enormous explosion rips through the galaxy
a grandfather clock rings men with guns shoot
holes in the sky
The sky is back in place where it is supposed to
be and clouds move aside to let the sun shine
When this happened and for a reason that was
more a wish, the Russian fleet was stuck in ice
on the Black Sea, The last time this happened
was in 1953 the year Stalin died
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