It was chillingly true.
You walked out─
of the soot, without
leaving any footprints.
There were some very
hard questions. Why─
did you snap,
while sparrows were mating?
Carnage. The roses
were burning inside. The
red cherries shriek and
run for the amnesty.
On the terrace, the yellow
moon descends for a─
word. Why the nukes were
pointed towards the spiders?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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