by
Molicha December 21, 2016
A waltz on the wasteland,
She spin round, soar, whirling, then land.
Blasted is the world,
Two hundred years post-annihilation.
Erased by a fiery swirl,
A total atomization !
The sky’s blue,
The mutants are green.
No water in view,
The land is lean.
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