Mutilation of the savage has its tragic survival in the self denial, that mars our life
Thursday, 21 May 2020
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Autumn
A red leaf remnant of a spent Spring drifting beyond life on hot currents; Eyeing the drops in a friendly pregnant cloud parched she...
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Skies opened I continued walked As if there is no tomorrow, I traced the cascading outpou...
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Pointless emotions Tired meditation Hung upside down ‘Aum‘ Dissipated truisms; Life in a crawl Nothing changes Only age, A lined face Wi...
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I spurned love It’s whiteness It’s soulful singularity, I withered it’s delicate petals Bogged by social thorns. I knew It was souls barin...
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