Apocalyptic

satishverma

A lone tree
waits.

The song of
flames.Dib. dub.
Dub, dib.

The ocean was
rising. Make a wall
of tears.

Nobody would
listen to the―
rage of earth.
Brown men still
drink tea.

A lone tree
waits.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 22nd, 2020 19:34
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 7


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