Crooked Soil Poem by Madrason .

Crooked Soil

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Flowers at the end
of the Volcano
fake birds on a rope
which try to fly
a solemn small goodbye
this crooked soil
and I, we crack
and smile,
and then
we cry! M

Monday, December 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: liberation
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 07 December 2015

Imagining flowers at the end of Volcano is very amazing definitely. Wisely drafted poem shared.10

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