Apocalypse
The sun has slipped to sleep so nowThe world must follow suit.
The sun has gone and closed its eyes
Now we must do so too.
The world will grow cold in a while
So we must huddle close.
The world will ice over and freeze.
Please wear your winter coat.
Be careful not to wear it tight.
Make sure your hands are free.
Be careful not to be alone.
Hug your loved ones tightly.
Poetry by Sameen
Written on 2025-12-24 at 17:08
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