THE END

BY THOMAS DAVID

 

Shades fade into the night
What was green is black and white
The golden glow burns half as bright
The bees no longer buzz.

Blue is washed out from the rain
Drier than the blood of Cain
There isn’t anyone to blame
It happened just because.

The oranges are grey today
Raspberries are brown in May–
Don’t look hard, nor look away,
This is all there is and was.

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