The warp and the weave and the weft of the windonly singssometimes a low and mournful moansometimes a heavy sighprophecy brings:‘Awake, dull race, from your complacent slumbersee the world around you, world of wonderwithin, as withoutthis you have no chanceto make it outin one peaceand furthermore you have already lost thishuman race.’ © 2022 experimentsinfiction.com. All RightsContinue reading “Human Race #poetry #earthweal”
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