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Russianbear09

Published: May 2, 2014

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As the mountains turn to dust,
And the winds sweeps away the rust.
As the oceans drift away
The ground was set astray.

When the trees sink in,
And flowers disappear
The beauty that we knew
Was simply never there.

What happens when Earth fades?
When beauty drifts away?
Will the sun no longer shine?
Will the moon be just a circle of grey.

Creatures look up to the sky
Waiting each day
For the sun to return
And beauty to spray
From the now dull Earth.
Layed barren and betrayed,
By the people that lived there
Regretting their mistake.

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SapphireCityMedia

May 16, 2014

Something funny I noticed. You wrote "grey" instead of "gray" just like I used to do. Supposedly "gray" is the american way to spell the word but everyone I know spells it as "grey" including me until I found out that "gray" is supposedly the american way to spell it.

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