Paradise Lost

Waves of hot air pulsing in the wind

I gulp the burning. Nonchalantly.

I chase and chase but cannot grasp

As the moments disperse into the past.

Children dangling from the trees

Smiles so bright they show their teeth

Sweet fruits from Eden fall to the ground

And I am in awe of the wonders abound.

I cannot help but ponder: What is the cost

To restore our own paradise lost?

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