Earth hasn’t clayed
A maternal visit, pending.
It hasn’t poured…
Love
body lay uncarpeted
wrinkles tentacle
all over. The fort thus winds down,
Breeding age-old pain
spurting blood into a lifeless soil
The cropland left ungrazed
tiller leaves
spilling his daylong sweat
Dust clouds on the endless route
The village thus sinks in the coat of an unflavored mist.
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(p.b)
beautiful,
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