City of ashes and
burns, I try to place my home
after the mudslide.
It was a great show.
You ape the rain coat, enter the
cloud to fight the fog.
Cocoons will not burst.
No pain of deliverance.
Butterflies drop wings.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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