Shits about to go down...
Pollution is a major factor spoiling the beauty of nature. There is pollution from Industry.
During 1980s, in USA, Appliance industry marked shipping of $1.5 billion value products annually!
Kind of inspired by the quote โMankind was my businessโ quote from A Christmas Carol. I am in a pessimistic mood.
At night I dream of fresh air and green trees The smell of mildew in the morning after the season's rain.
Would people spend so much money on makeup, plastic surgery, new clothes, skin bleaching, tanning, ect if people were happy in their own skin ?
to be read in a sing songy tune (with a guitar) but anyway here's a writing about a term I love.
Eindhoven has a history of industry, something that felt special when it was vibrant with life.
There was an uncle who we would visit that lived in a place that felt very different, caught in an older age. When we went there, we would come by older buildings, abandoned industry, something about ...
I also have an account on Wattpad, so if you've seen them there, don't worry! The link for the Wattpad is in the "source link".
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What life was like during the industrial revolution.
This is a poem dealing with nature and industries along with governments.
Pollution is a major factor spoiling the beauty of nature. There is pollution from Industry.
During 1980s, in USA, Appliance industry marked shipping of $1.5 billion value products annually!
Kind of inspired by the quote โMankind was my businessโ quote from A Christmas Carol. I am in a pessimistic mood.
At night I dream of fresh air and green trees The smell of mildew in the morning after the season's rain.
Would people spend so much money on makeup, plastic surgery, new clothes, skin bleaching, tanning, ect if people were happy in their own skin ?
to be read in a sing songy tune (with a guitar) but anyway here's a writing about a term I love.
Eindhoven has a history of industry, something that felt special when it was vibrant with life.
There was an uncle who we would visit that lived in a place that felt very different, caught in an older age. When we went there, we would come by older buildings, abandoned industry, something about ...
I also have an account on Wattpad, so if you've seen them there, don't worry! The link for the Wattpad is in the "source link".
Source: https://www.wattpad.com/1091649456-two-thirds-way-home-prologue
What life was like during the industrial revolution.
This is a poem dealing with nature and industries along with governments.