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Meltdown (Free verse) by longships

One million suns, Wreak havoc upon Earth’s soil. Cities fall amidst flames, That send iron and steel to boil. No continent is safe, From the radiating mist. Flowing graceless with the wind, Conquering all that exists. The final meltdown, Brings freedom to our souls. One small mistake, Turning all life cold.

LilMsLadyPoet 1-Mar-06/10:24 AM
graceless seems a tad forced here...but I like this. The last stanza is rather strange in that it brings 'freedom to our souls'...which feels like relief and sounds nice and desirable...but then it ends, "turning all life cold", which is the opposite. Maybe this was on purpose?...it would be one to some people, and the other to other people.




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