Gone is the freshness of warm summer rain,
Gone are the words which brought me to shame.
Gone are the birds, aloft in the sky,
Gone are the flowers, which in fields lie.
Category: Poems Tags: apocalypse, armageddon, death, depression, destruction, god, humanity, loss, poem, religion
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