Tonight, come for moon watch.
I will show you the night birds.
There was an impasse to find
the missing link for peace. A story
will not end in the water. A long
border was interrupted by the
wriggling snakes.
Of flesh. I will talk about the panic now.
You were collecting the flowers
from the ashes of dehydrated body.
I am leaving the race now,
to pay the debt of death.
A pink sky starts the endless struggle
to retrieve the black sun.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 11th, 2018 18:35
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
I love this. Surreal in a way, calamity personified.
Beautiful work! - b
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