I've heard it from the vine
Ashes rose in OCTOBER
I
heard they took the corpse
their skin turned to ashes
and wind blew away that life
being is a fable
demise is the truth
Cries for a day
Fancis live aye
noone has the charge
Of one's aeon
And for I say
Life is a cage
~ anushka
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PoetryThe poems behind means behind every poem there is someone's life in parts
