The sky has fallen

The sky has fallen;
a thunder still rings.
The face has lost the light,
Amnesty still sings.
A thousand mirrors in line,
None with a reflection of mine.
A solace home;
Yet they are lost,they roam.
The tears have dried up:
The morale has poured down.
A wound riddling deep,
In an incessant field: a lost sheep.

THe sky has fallen.

But.....the thunder still rings.

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