Left in the den of
wolves, the half-brother
becomes human.
You start learning
from yourself.
A vampire, an
alien, fossilized eggs,
the house booms.
On your hand,
O empress I had left
my legacy to face the sea
of tears.
Love in the madhouse
flourished. Moon wept for
the lost of silver coin.
The falling morals
grieve. Money was changing
hands in dark.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: April 28th, 2022 19:39
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
when they dig us up in a millennia or two
outside of conceit's, crystallised tears
what would have survived of us
I wonder...
(a thought provoking, read
thank you, Guru!)
'You start learning
from yourself.'
if only...
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