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By Sara WynnPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
Photo by Cherry Laithang on Unsplash

Where will the flowers turn

when the sun is clouded?

No thunderstorm in sight-

the world is surrounded.

Where will true lovers go

when they’ve reached end of life

if soot keeps them rooted,

buried in foolish pride?

Where will the daydreams live

With no stars in the sky?

No bleeding hearts beating,

praying for love at night?

Where will melodies sing

when mouths are full of dirt?

Will they come from Heaven

when He returns to Earth?

Where will the angels fly

with no wind for their wings?

Who will they watch over

with no human beings?

Where will the darkness bend

when everything is white?

Fade out of existence,

turn into its inside?

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Sara Wynn

Poetry is my language, and Earth is my playground.

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