Invite the hemlock.
In my end, you begin to climb.
Not political.
*
You let out gossips
for me to sort out pebbles
to prove narcissism.
*
Let the waves come. I
will stay at the bay to watch
the sea to go on fire.
-
Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: September 29th, 2022 19:17
- Category: Nature
- Views: 9
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.