Seem to be white skies,but there is no light in my eyes. Maybe blank to you but i see cover of shawdow,there are no butterflies just vicious snakes in the meadows. Cold bodies and no coverups beneath the moon,no sun appearing anytime soon. Wolves are out and owl's too,howling and full neck turns while the sky is dark blue.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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