The earth is barren and dry. She is dragging herself to the grave; Pulling her cross, summoning her crucifixion. Wrinkled skin, flesh rotten within; Her bloody heart bulging out of torn flesh; Dry thirsty lips peeling like flakes of a dry soul. She breathes toxicity of human sins, Drinks black mortal vices, flowing through immortal …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 8] “Flowers of Plastic”
Flowers of plastic adorn my room, with colours red, yellow and blue. But, where is the aroma? the fragrance of life and bloom? Likewise humans too, have become flowers of plastic. Dry and cold; lifeless. Carrying a mask of falsehood, with colours of wealth, pride and power. But, where is the aroma? The fragrance …
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