Barefoot you reach
for candidacy to
get partitioned.
The hatred had divided
the grass.
The suspense
was intense when
earth failed to
accept the─
defeat.
A drinking─
cloud will settle
the score with
the flames.
Consequently the─
sky falls on
all the roses, making
your vision blurred.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2017 22:51
- Category: Nature
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What is your philosophical bend satish?
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