The Red Past

Maybe nothing ever could remain!
How many stars directly overhead!
Are going through a little yellow main,
An island where the sky is turning red.

Another day another previous,
To see a hundred thousand shades of blue!
I never thought about the sailor Venus,
Even though we only had a few.

Even though the sky is turning blue!
So many thoughts and mysteries remain,
Surrounded by another chosen few!
A land of knowledge from an ancient main.

Their silent spirits slowly fade away,
With only one directly overhead!
Too many creatures coming back today,
To see a million faces running red.

Some people had so many most entire,
But yet an empty room is turning blue!
This world revolves around each other prior!
We walked alone among the chosen few.

Has fallen creatures coming home today!
So many gods created chosen few,
Only other people fade away!
As though this mother earth is turning red

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Poem Written by me