Like a lifeless child,
clasped around the breast,
moon was coming up
in the sky with fastened cloud.
A frozen embryo―
has become a supernova.
The democracy makes
everybody poor.
Slithering, your face
becomes a mask, to hide
the bruises of
mangled truths.
The vision takes a
new turn to liberate the
psyche from the trap
between our eyes, where
the sun sets.
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- Category: Nature
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Brilliant!!!
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