RUINING NATURE

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Submitted Date 12/23/2018
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I smell the sand,

if it can even be called sand.

It's the fake sand,

the dirt filled wth pollution

from the moldy water,

inhabited by the myraid of algae,

and from the old buildngs that exhume

their dirty,

smelly,

breath into

the clear sky.

Their breath is dark

and pessimistic,

hazy,

gross,

fog,

that smells sulfuric

and ruins nature.

And people.

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  • Miranda Fotia 5 months ago

    There are a few typos on page 1. Other than that, great poem!

    • Ceara 4 months, 4 weeks ago

      Thanks for pointing it out. Glad you liked it!