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Nuclear Winter

By Bruce Clifford

Itís the nuclear winter
Trees of frost
Hide under the table
The broken and lost

Itís the nuclear winter
Blades in our head
Chosen and whisper
The long road ahead

We canít see above the wave
Cracks in earths surface as we melt away
The sky is profound with shapes of red and grey
We canít see above the acid rain

Itís a nuclear winter
Tomorrow was today
The fortunes of many
A whole world betrayed

We canít see above the wave
Cracks in earths surface as we melt away
The sky is profound with shapes of red and grey
We canít see above the acid rain

Itís the nuclear winter
As we count the cost
From over the rainbow
The broken and lost

©11/19/17 Bruce Clifford


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