nature

by nabeel - Cancer

The nature is the treasure,
Which we have killed with pleasure.
The nature was the delight,
Which we made it a fright.

The species are gone,
Which helped us till the dawn.
The old world is gone,
Without the new one born.

The lightness is gone,
The darkness has come.
No way to run,
No way to run.

Birth sign: Cancer
Date created: 2000-08-21 08:59:21
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:42:38
Poem ID: 57351

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