That Day Back When Our Innocence Was Apparent

a poem in remembrance

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The sky is falling with heaps of debris

The arms, the legs, the smoke I see

Papers strewn, glide on twinkling fire

People leap to escape from the dire

Hell that was unseen in the midst of our ire.

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Poetry, prose, short stories, and experimentations. Whatever distracts me from working on my novel.

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N.S. Simko

N.S. Simko

Poetry, prose, short stories, and experimentations. Whatever distracts me from working on my novel.

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