Heirless Future....

it is horrible to see
that thing over there
we stand a little bit taller
to have a glimpse

a desert, the sun its only eye
the sands in cinders
every sand in abandon

it trembles me no end
that it is our possible destination

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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