Souls spurn skin to summon to stars
Like fireflies' fling far from fragile jars.
Ashes could be clouds quilting skies;
Thunder is twain's thumping thighs!
Flashes are paparazzi's fancy photos,
Cocky n' kinky captured in comatose.
Rainbow is souls using Lucy n' Ecstacy;
Gays gathered to wag a flag of legacy.
So stupids mock rain as souls' semen,
Fake feminists defend the flow of women!
Is shower souls spitting on humanity?
Cursing quietly to cause the calamity?
Oh no! Stop such shifting paradigms!
It's a petty plumbing prob in paradise.
~rushikesh.writes
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SEASONAL LOVE- A POEM COLLECTION
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