The light fades,
Everything and everyone drifts off to sleep.
Except the carrier.
The one who maintains all the weight, without a noise.
Dead silence in the streets.
Then, a sigh.
Not of relief,
Not of sadness.
Just a sigh.
Mostly, a fake smile.
A fake cover.
Whatever you call the grass acting green, but being gray.
This sigh came from none other than the Earth.
Being trashed, and taken advantage of its talent.
The day it falls is feared by all.
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