Between ethics and
ethos, your truth is very sad. The
pierced rose bouquet bleeds.
Like fawns in a blood
room. I don't know how to treat
life, when you are impersonal.
The art of annihilation
is known to everyone. Naked as blue
whale. The sea horse always stands.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 4th, 2024 20:04
- Category: Nature
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