SPRKS IN CSF: DEATH

SPRKS IN CSF: DEATH: Divine hands brought me here , I did not ask, I couldn't choose, for life,it was just given...just so...  Enter I,to this  earth...  ...

SPRKS IN CSF: Today is US,then ....

SPRKS IN CSF: Today is US,then ....: I wrote the poem "day after tomorrow, years ago...before the many todays and re- posted it again recently. In theses days that gives m...

Today is US,then ....

I wrote the poem "day after tomorrow, years ago...before the many todays and re- posted it again recently. In theses days that gives me fear, i wish not to know the day after tomorrow , if our today is  now and my own poem scares me ...
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Today

I fear to see what lay thither, past the  shadows ,
Where has the sun's warmth hied to,
Gone is the morning 's bright, though the east still lights the grey,
If we just  could lift  our sealed  eyes ,shut eyes to see,
The dew has died with life ,the grass just shredded plastics,
Rain is but parched moments,clouds all but lost souls,
The oceans blue,clear to  their depths,vacuous,
Yet no place in a universe for the pain, for the lost...
It is not yet the days close ,time slowly drips,
Our today is but a crowd of  nows, time drips its moments on today ....

Poem by Pc--3 (06/04/2020)

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day after tomorrow

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