A Red Dead Sky

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A Red Dead Sky

I dream a world that doesnt burn,
And walk beneath a sky,
As red as dead as Autumn day,
Wishing i could fly,

Because i know it's not the one,
That i will live to see,
I see a world already burnt,
A world not meant to be.

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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