Still – A Poetry

She drowns still
Nobody cares anymore,
She is broken into pieces
Like the petals of roses
when the night falls down.

He chokes onto the fire,
The flame ablaze burns,
He is infatuated by cliffs,
The sound of stones rolling
From top and then – shush.

We don’t save,
We buckle the seat belts,
And run far away,
Like the caged butterflies,
We cannot escape the seen.

~Krupali

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  1. I’m loving these piece….deep lines & reality to so many….
    “We don’t save,
    We buckle the seat belts,
    And run far away,
    Like the caged butterflies,
    We cannot escape the seen.”

    Like

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