A clear sky imitating
The playground from green years,
Soft sounds of dropping weapons,
The herds and soldiers are breathing
Hard. Their zombied hands quiver.
The wrath of angel is falling down.
The floating white of his profuse
Roab brightens the blue sky.
Down on the earth at a corner
A hungry cougar with its eyes
So sad to be captive there,
Its tail pulsing in old habit.
All these fade out, at a small tweak.
Only dark light whispers in ears
Of ethereal eternity.
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thank you sheering
chao
Of ethereal eternity.
I am hooked...Fantastic attempt...
(What is roab? Do you mean robe?)