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a Sunday morning
A Sunday morning
The mist has hushed the city
just as well yesterday, was sunlit
warm and noisy
The world is balancing on the edge
of nuclear war
tomorrow might be the ending
Is the coming catastrophe normal
unstoppable
a new beginning for the survivors
I look around familiar my room
like it should be the last good bye
I took my contentment for granted
This shall end, memories eradicated
future scientists might find
traces of a past and write books
The beauty of our world cannot
be explained
we took it all and left nothing
Copyright ©
Jan Hansen
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