Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Paper Waste Land by Julia

Paper Waste Land

Pencils abandoned on the ground
Paper scattered here and there
In the paper waste land
The mysterious place empty the colors dulling

The wind blows scattering everything to a new place
The rain comes down hard
Making everything soggy and wet
Then snow
It buries everything alive

When the sun shines down
They realize they are not alone
Something bigger than them
Something very odd

It picks them up one by one to a new beginning.

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