I don't like.
The smoke on the occult love at
silver moon, in god's favour.
Choking on some words,
you continue to survive in brutal ways
I remained silent in a tower.
Here the currency speaks
to make the way for peace in a world
of howling screams.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: June 26th, 2023 22:11
- Category: Nature
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