The wind and the muddy path
I have written this with the sole purpose that a fragment of our thought waves should be reserved for something that may not directly concern us, but something the generations to come surely will have to pay for.I present this skewed thought to nature, mother of all creation.
And the wind, he wept, moaned and wailed
Suffocated with the test of time
Hollow footsteps echoed afar
Sighs too died, oh coward!!
Chances dashed to smithereens
Life crumbled to grey dust
And the wind, bastard he is
Vomited breath of death, gasping
Sandwiched `tween dusk and dawn, all grey
The muddy path crawled, bleeding
Searching footsteps printed deep
Who said mankind last forever
And I thought heroes walk forever
Setting steel canopies up with magic wands
No more wet clouds to hang on
The wind, he fell and died on the muddy path
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