<u>The Last Winter</u>


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    I spoke with a misanthrope one morning,Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    He was as happy as can be


    As he smiled at the horizon’s suns;


    And the death of humanity.


    Unfortunately due to the shortness of this poem I was unable to post it without this note as RoyalRoad is not exactly built for a poetry archive. I fear that this note may become a common sight after each poem though I should at least be thankful I haven''t written much in the way of Haiku.