The Midnight Vesper

When the light fades out. I give thanks to the day I had. As it turns into night. The solitude washes the sins I got.

Hostility (A Sensory Poem)

Posted by teachinmay at 10:23 AM
Hostility is Red
It looks like a burning sun
It sounds like a roaring tiger
It tastes like papaya leaves
It feels resentfully hot
Red is when you try to combine oil and water

-Enindita-


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