Runaway
I live my life
In the light,
And the land
In which I live
Does not give
Itself to pain.
NO,
That is only the dream!
Midnight clouds
Conquer the stars,
And rain escalates
Into muddy rage.
The secret
Of the streets
Is revealed
In a blue born
On the canvas
Of care.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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