The-little-prince Posted June 29, 2016 Posted June 29, 2016 Barren are the hills that are here Rolling fields once filled with flowers Are turning brown And the vegetation has gone sour Everything is dying off Going stale with every hour Once a beautiful place Now deprived of a divine’s grace There’s no rain No sleet No snow Where did it all go? I ask myself Where did my mind go? Happiness is just a bad joke.
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