DEATHS ATMOSPHER
The sun aches the hours of the dayThen drown itself into the sea.
Dawn brings the tears of the night
And rain vanish the leak stain of massacre.
But our eyes behold what they see
And ours ears play the helpless cries.
My heart grief
But only for the good souls in
Deaths atmosphere
by stephen montique
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