Last cicada At odds
Cicadas shrill shrill for love with all breath
The ultimate pursuit of life before death
Every one is not destined to a mating pair
Eventually, this one is left alone in dismay
Screaming and screaming still in frigid air
There is more of despair than fear of decay
XXY
They say lovers are one-winged angels alone
That must pair up to be complete as to fly
Throughout the lonely years I have grown
My two wings alright, flying by myself, I’m XXY
- Author: arobot ( Offline)
- Published: September 9th, 2022 09:04
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
Comments1
Wow. Nice job. Those creatures are so loud, though.
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