Quite refreshing.
Like a breath of country air, drop of water from a moutain spring.
Just a dwindling fairy tale in this urban decay.
A memory handed down ever more seldomly as the generations stray.
Technology, ever patient, quietly takes over.
Years, lives, eras, memories defeatedly grow shorter.
The end, the beginning, unsung revolution encroaches.
Abhorred and unheeded premonition, end of days incessantly approaches.
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