What is this, mushrooming
Rising up in the sky
Darkening the clouds -
Did we injected anger, jealousy ...
Poisoning Nature with our
ill begotten wits;
Eclipsing the hearts of
Sun and moons
Even the thunder stills
in the wake of fear
Even the nights look for salvage.
Someone cups his face with both hands
drooping his head down
taking a huff of meaning -
a shore afar
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