Hissing
Hissing sound .
Whispers, look around .
See them on the horizon
Slowly rising
Approaching from there .
Coming with the air .
Every one will breathe them in .
For they are the final Sin.
10.10.2021
Copyright © Mohamed Omar | Year Posted 2021
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