Wagons full of hope
left common sense on a rope
swaying behind them like a tail.
Hills peeled open
rivers left strewn
with debris of ambition gone stale.
Boots sank deep
in a quicksand creep
stampedes died out in the hammering hail.
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Author:
Aman 12 (
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Comments1
A mixed bag here of two different worlds laid out in two different gramatical and language genre. It leaves the mind searching.
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