The flowers wilt, the birds weep.
The sun is gone, the wind is out.
The buildings tilt, the cars no longer beep.
No money is withdrawn, cause all are asleep.
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I like the lines, People are dying, people are crying. All wish for the morning song, but the hurt and pain is not yet over. Thanks for sharing..
Children are no longer playing, laughter has been put away. The leaves are stirring, the stars have disappeared. Blackness is what the world is wearing Evil is in the air. Where is the morning song. Your expressions are fine and imagination too. We shall always spread joy, hope and positiveness in this world. That is the sublime duty of a poet. Thank you dear poet. tony