Let the sea storms,
Let the air rumbles,
Let the earth shakes,
Let the thunder sparks,
Let the volcano errupts,
and I am still sitting here, black capped hoodie, with my succulent in its little pot
sitting on my familiar whose weaved its web somewhere at the ceiling of the universe
listening to the world, that roars in madness. Abrupt.
while heartless people scream in plea- A disheartening sapiens who violates the earth at the first place
"Now, now, little Earth.
I have little succulent on my hand...
Have a rest and things will be fine
Sleep little earth sleep. For sooner or later things will be much better..."
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Random365-366 Days of the Year Surviving, Breathing every single second Just to see a smile blooms that rooted from the earth of innocent toddler I'm surviving every single day, waiting to go home saging tito. Compilation of Poetry and Short-stories "We n...
