The splendid sun caressed the earth
with its sappy slogan ever scripted
promising another beautiful day, as
it had always been in the past; not
knowing there was a gap in humanity,
where a brick of contentment chose
to turn evil, therefore the promise
was thwarted, and the glorious sun now
weeps while watching the great tragedy
being etched permanently in the caustic
air for the next generation to review.
Perhaps in the future, a group of
archaeologists will find a broken
locket beneath a pile of hard rocks.
I wonder if they will be able to
tell by just a glance that once
a tear had lingered upon its surface.
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