#621-Robots
13/04/2019
Sleeping,
With a blanket of white.
Waiting,
For warmth to arrive.
I can’t feed you…
Veins are closed.
Blood is frozen.
Only thoughts may reach,
In this deserted place.
Sheltered from a world,
That moves without sleep.
Dragging lifeless bodies,
For no reason I can see.
Nature can’t be changed.
Not hers,
Yours, or
Mine.
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