Written by Emily Harstone | March 29, 2017
In the moments before the bomb.
Hiding your light under cloudy skies.
Chimney unblocked just not quick enough.
Overcast day, my home and land.
No light on in my room….
End of days, on the prairie
Light lives on in the darkness.
Remotely, it filled long desired dreams…
Shades of Black. Green grass. Rectangular.
It is a very strange construct.
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In the moments before the bomb.
Hiding your light under cloudy skies.
Chimney unblocked just not quick enough.
Overcast day, my home and land.
No light on in my room….
End of days, on the prairie
Light lives on in the darkness.
Remotely, it filled long desired dreams…
Shades of Black. Green grass. Rectangular.
It is a very strange construct.