The cavalier of men
worn down
by the size of pain
are too many
Outside the window
the rain is wet
Inside its not
because we are having coffee
Watch the plants nod
to the queries of wind
They are tourists
speaking just one language
Death of plights
is a good reason to feel happy
Whiplashes of first love
don't mind time.
It proceeds.
We follow
in the hope of
death of plights
.
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