Human tragedies would
walk in, to cross the sounds
of lower world.
The puritan stains
the blackboard with white
alienage.
Plum awards were
granted for quoting fragile
truths to save the lies.
Comewith me and
watch the cruel rapture of
ripping apart the scales of shimmering breaths.
The velocity of cold-blood one day
will give you a feel
of the wrath of angry sea.
The Prophecy runs riot,
I collect my books and search for
the Noah's ark.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 17th, 2021 20:17
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Comments1
if only life was so easy..
an escape pod of ark's for all then dear poet?
infidel's and the blind faithful alike, shoulder to shoulder as if height differences, were the only polarising factors left to overcome..
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