Mother Earth weeps
For what we have done to here
This world
Once beautiful and lush
Now a wreckage
Or building, highways, junkyards, and chemicals
This world
Once full of life
Now stinks of decay
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
On the "Darside of the Moon' you dream "Time' has no meaning here 'US and Them" traveling through dreamland to...
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