Claiming my earthiness
in the starry night. A cyclone will
soon make a landfall.
Bright planet writes
a poem guiding towards the
truth of wounded time.
Take an old coin, buy
poverty from the hands of god
in weird utopia.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: February 18th, 2022 20:02
- Category: Nature
- Views: 4
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