The Wrath
rain lashes the ground
buds sprout around
there is yet a tongue's curse
set upon this soil
not green
but black is the bud’s color
which soul was so hurt
that she set her wrath
so strong
to destroy
the entire earth
Copyright © Sima Mittal | Year Posted 2020
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