It was a brutal
day. My choice was a pink
moon above me.
The violence in
absentia impedes the
kiss of phlox in spring.
The fugitive
comes back home to see
bloody handprints on wall.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 24th, 2023 20:05
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Fantastic work.
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