Climactic

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

The doors on the shores are open,
mere inches can turn into miles,
the grins are the sins of the skeptics,
clouded by careless smiles.

C’est la vie is not the key,
such is life is a poor excuse,
meanwhile the ice caps are melting,
taking millenniums to reproduce.

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David Rudder

David Rudder

Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.