Poisoned to live
like a corpse flower, on the
singed, black earth.
*
The gratitude was
scarce. Can't see your image in
undulating water.
*
With grey ashes spewn,
you invoke the blind hunter
to heal the blue toes.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 14th, 2022 21:43
- Category: Nature
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