Death would not stop
coming on the dirt road
of undanced goddess.
God of sins waits.
Light refuses to enter
the eyes looking at sky.
The beehive spills
to make you human of
vanishing tribe.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 22nd, 2024 00:43
- Category: Nature
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