The decay has-
killed the dream songs,
of shut mouths.
Trees were rolling
down on beach
when hurricane collapsed.
It was raining,
carbs and limbs, when
clouds gathered.
You love the
potholes, underground
caves, to hide cardinal sins.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Thought provoking, thank you very much
A superb write!
The message is clear...
More than we want to concede to!
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