Whispers of Desolation

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Red rose

A red rose blossomed
but no one came to adore her
except thick grey smoke


Body

She’s not Hind anymore
Just a body wrapped in white
ready to be buried


Toy car

He stumbled towards
the remnants of his toy car
and never came back


The commotion

The crimson sun set
but the commotion resumed
through a new sunrise


A Blast

We heard a rumbling
then a loud blast of crumbling
the sagging roof it was


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