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Time Steals.
I turn my face from beauty past
where steal the scars of future pain.
What was, now is, too sharp, too fast
for time deep-cuts like acid rain.
Breath-less, now to mist the moon
no steps to dance the stars.
Beneath the skies the earth to swoon
when joyful chorus, dawn debars.
Loss of Habitat
is going to be a big part of tracking vanishing species. Greed and hate are for me the worst human motives. Sorry for the field's demise. - allets
Thank you, It was another
Thank you, It was another huge loss to me, this one has been stunningly beautiful every year, planted up with golden rapeseed, when the sun caught it, it shone and sparkled, although near the horizon it felt so close you could almost touch it. within less than a year it is no more than rooftops and mud.