I crie with the heavens tears,
I dance with the rushing wind,
I dream of a lover along with Gaia.
For where will we shed our tears,
And how will we dance with ourselfs,
If Gaia gives up the fight of survival.
For no heavens tears can wash it away,
And no wind can blow it off the surface,
And no wind can blow it off the surface,
And our mother earth can't live in it.
Our luxuriouse lifestyle is killing us,
But are we prepaired to change ourselfs,
Or die in our beds of poionus creations.
...Open your eyes, you are dreaming.




this was wonderful, and i do mean that in every sense of the word, honestly a wonderful read, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest

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