Dust and edifice
under weight of sky. I won't
know, what survives.
Legacy was pure.
You stand like terracotta
warrior, unmoving.
Swaying nightshade
always invites for red berries.
Beauty was lethal.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 13th, 2023 20:15
- Category: Nature
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Nice one
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