The End of Life
He looks up the sky,
It’s dark, no stars, not even a cloud.
Turns his head, looks down at the stunted ground,
No flowers, not even grass.
He looks around in panic.
There is no one.
Not even a spirit.
He lies down, crosses his fingers.
This is the end of life.
It’s dark, no stars, not even a cloud.
Turns his head, looks down at the stunted ground,
No flowers, not even grass.
He looks around in panic.
There is no one.
Not even a spirit.
He lies down, crosses his fingers.
This is the end of life.
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