Our world is melting.
down the hill
as it melts
Slowly
it may seem
to the (ignorant) human eye
but it is not
slow
Not slow
fast
Mountains
losing their white carpet
moment by moment
Like the silent night fever
- bathing in sweat
No need for carpets
when the sun is burning you
Like the fever, like sickness
like a disease
A deadly one
-
Oh, maybe not
to Mother Earth
she's a surviver;
but what about us?
Poetry by J. E.
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Written on 2007-06-04 at 18:22
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Silent night fever
Water is runningdown the hill
as it melts
Slowly
it may seem
to the (ignorant) human eye
but it is not
slow
Not slow
fast
Mountains
losing their white carpet
moment by moment
Like the silent night fever
- bathing in sweat
No need for carpets
when the sun is burning you
Like the fever, like sickness
like a disease
A deadly one
-
Oh, maybe not
to Mother Earth
she's a surviver;
but what about us?
Poetry by J. E.
Read 900 times
Written on 2007-06-04 at 18:22
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