A silence speaks up at ungreen
age for an unknown, finding
dark matter in hiddenness
of sleazy light.
A dove in the valley of tulips
stops a flight for a wayfarer.
What was that persisists, in envioronment and bunkers?
Queen bee will decide for a spliced
dawn of honeycomb in a bloodless coup.
The stings were the torchbearers.
A smile comes out with a walker. The
vitals were dysfunctioning.
The end does not need any comma.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: September 7th, 2015 23:30
- Category: Nature
- Views: 10
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