COLD WIND BLOWING


there is one and one more,
with a chance of many more,
should creek not rise
screwing up a good thing going.

and that damned cold wind
blowing it all to hell and back;
leading to haphazardness 
and a spanking by a witch.


we all know sun rises in morning,
sets every evening.
what we do not know:

when sun finally goes dark,
whether implode, explode,
this cozy little solar system,

we now call  home,
will immediately become extinct.
try not think too hard on it.
sweet dreams and peace. 






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