Constrained.
The starlings will
not fly today.
There was a hole
in the sky.
The god particles will fall.
Drawing out
the blood of fallen-
angles, on the street.
Can you count
the sins of man?
We still celebrate the hate.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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