Thursday, July 17, 2014

When they have lost all hope



When it was,
Located in the western edge,
The farthermost of man,
Fly for refuge to purifications,
When they have lost all hope,
There was,
The essence of life,
To become reside,
More blue than black appears,
Forests as pink, purple, or red,
With white, darker purple,
And yellow,
And found undisturbed,
Northern mountains,
Reflected and reached the sea,
In a full view of a great continent,
The habitable world.

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