nuclear winter
 

when the leaves have fallen
and no one is around
You hear the calling
yet there is no sound
the missles flown
and you say goodbye
to all you have been shown
and no more shall you cry
the rain falls down
a wintery ash
without a frown
lifes over in a flash
you fade away
into a memory of the mind
turned night into day
nevermore can you find
a photos flash of light
lit up the starry skies
but nothing can account that night
I heard all those childrens cries.

Intresting Peice

i liked the imagery

not a topic that is addressed very often but i liked it

keep it up