My palm,
collects the dark energy.
Reversing the code, I
am not going for a big crunch!
Who wants to reclaim
the thunder from the spent
cloud? A pristine pure,
hot and wetted moon,
will never decide the fate.
Tonight I am going to drift
intentionally towards the
antigravity. Your eyes are
going to become epicenter
of a quake. A desire had
hundred moons. The galaxy
was vast and deep. The
world was still revolving
around the phallic symbols,
altering the walking pace
of the ruins.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: January 25th, 2017 22:09
- Category: Nature
- Views: 25
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