TARDE # 859 The dying sun, red and swollen, Goes down for the final time in a blaze of glory. A symphony of colour. Orange, red, green, and violet dance across the horizon, Leaving a last perfect skyline, a sad goodbye to humanity. Leaning over the balcony gazing at the illuminated seascape, Now devoid of its once teeming life, you wonder why you decided to stay. Returning to the interior your cassette groans at its slow death, A dreadful parody of what was music fills the room and your mind, Reminding you of its former melody. Outside darkness is enveloping the hemisphere, And cold moves forward covering land and sea alike in ice. Huddled in the corner the last thing you see is nothing. The last thing you hear is silence. = https://youtube/watch?v=8wNtndYvHnQ
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 16:33:42 +0000
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