Colors are gone along the mass
Right, the time has been running keen
Also the party quits - a kind of spleen
Zooms close their ways - such does stop a bass
Yet, you see how the dinner took place
Let people profess in the palace
A hurting blesses the gone atmosphere
Nothing stays as it was before - I fear
Down my town a tone bears to the stratosphere
I want to scream the world one's feelings - one rear
Now the party's gone - now the crazy stuffs did end
'Get to cry - shed tears - but there's not even friend
(Originally prepared for the After Parade Challenge)
About the Creator
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
By Lana V Lynx7 days ago in FYI
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