20 may 2021
Moody Effect
When you were you,
me picked up the words-
you did't say.
You stir up a verse,
incendiary enough-
to start the chakras of sorrow.
Why to believe in
reincarnation, when carnations
in your eyes won't die.
A bloodbath for
believing in nothingness-
of innocence in the folds of time.
The seeds were in mode
of dispersal, of hate
and insults.The crowds were thinning.
A strange thing was going to happen.
Dark sky would descend
randomly to capture the speed.
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