The Sun used to shine
upon the people of spring
The streets were once void
of filth
The ground had been spat on,
leaving traces of poison
The people grew restless
in the cold of day
Grey infiltrated
turning color into shade
Flowers died prematurely
blackening the streets
The Birds never returned
forcing the people to hunt
their own kind
Spring never came
and the people suffered.
1 comment:
This sounds like it should be turned into some sort of allegory, or be the prelude for a Greek tragedy :)
You have some really beautiful images in this and I feel like you could take it further and expand to get a real story out of it.
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