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Petrichor

Poetry

Soon after the cruelly and devilishly beautiful rain, petrichor fills your nose if you aren't the one who ignores the murderous downpour in your private cabin. The smell of the rejuvenated sand is all what you feel when your feet explores nature's m...

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by khudaa

by khudaa

I cry

I cry no more tears,
As they ooze out blood from Spears.

They have made my testament,
Without hearing my statement.

I cry no more tears,
Not that I'm over my fears.

But I can't lose to this male ego,
After their slash, I'd swish and go.

I cry no more tears,
To all abuses am just ears.

To petty vagabonds, I sneer,
All the taboos, I steer.

I cry no more tears,
They have ran out before years.

Now when they submit and redeem,
I'll flee and they'll guilt and scream.

I cry no more tears,
But maybe, just maybe, I cry as cheers.