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.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 22nd, 2020 19:34
- Category: Nature
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