Dear Human,
I write this emotional appeal With the hope that you may help me heal. Please plenish my withered lands, As my tranquil gardens burn into scorching sands. For you who I have borne, Now scorn, disregard and have torn My soils that I have adorned. My rivers now bleed With toxins you have muddied. My grounds are now barren, A haven, now a gothic garden. Dark, bleak, gray and scarred, A semblance or a graveyard Please Human, You who live, Do you still want to live? You who have life, Do you want your seed to survive? Hope for continuity And oppose my life’s brevity. Hold my hand, Human, I know I am not yet done. Revive my life, Survive, let me thrive. My life is your life, You have to keep me alive.
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2/18/2019 08:51:21 pm
Amazing
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