A bird flies to its nest.
A blast of fiery sunset
explodes with the onset
of attempts at peace.
Clouds glow. The moon
screams. Singed feathers
float incarnadined by bloody
lifeless shrouds. Tamam shud.
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by Mitali Chakravarty / December 19th, 2021
A bird flies to its nest.
A blast of fiery sunset
explodes with the onset
of attempts at peace.
Clouds glow. The moon
screams. Singed feathers
float incarnadined by bloody
lifeless shrouds. Tamam shud.
This article was posted on Sunday, December 19th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
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