The Smell of Rain

Sat, 02/25/2017 - 23:05 -- CJPipes

I felt the moist air 
Kiss my cheek 
As all of my limbs 
Grew so very weak 

Looking around 
Watching flowers die 
In the meadow 
Where I lie 

My lips turn blue 
My eyes go cold 
And suddenly 
The clouds look like gold 

My vision blurs 
It's over soon 
My fingertips finally 
Can touch the moon 

But the light shines 
And one day more 
I will fight 
This terrible war

This poem is about: 
Our world


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