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The Open Kimono


Black Snow

Would I ever see a clear sky?

Photo by Nick Fewings on Unsplash

Black snow darkened the sky.
Like black tears covered the ground.

The sky refused to keep the truck’s toxic breath,
factory’s dark smoke,
forest’s and wild animal’s ashes.




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