Help

Help

In your
cave

You
work
under the
umbrella

Of Mother
Nature

A traveller
passin by

Peeks into
your art

His hand
gets stuck

In the
pool around

Yellin, Cryin
for help

You pay
no heed

Into your
art

You sew
your being

A few
days pass
by

You come
from your
sleep

And see
everythin empty

Everyone gone
, only a
hand remains

What good
is your
Humanity?

Caution: This might be all theory

 

 

 

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