The fog reddens,
and the air,
pungent; sulfur laden,
spreads in all four cardinals.
the dew once see through,
crystal clear; dyes,
to a rosy velvet.
This air, it's;
murderous,
I would breathe water.
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Author:
krutarth (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2022 23:18
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Comments1
the best poetry, at least for me
is when I like a write
without being able to identify
'Why'..
(thanks for sharing
words to contemplate, for sure)
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