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the End of All
The skeletons hand, born from the Earth, part of the world forever.
Surrounded by life, unable to join.
The day wanes away, come the skies of gray -- ghosts raining their frozen tears.
Each tear a different sorrow, or their fear of tomorrow. They sing to the skeleton
Their frozen piercing song. and tears come raging down
Bones rattle and shake, bones start to break.
The skeleton gives way, unable to stay. It lies hand to hand, with the living earth
And is devoured by Earth herself.
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This was a poem that I decided to write while I was stuch at home in a snow storm. I chose to metaphore everything in the poem for a different feel.