A Pile Of Ruins Poem by vaskar rava

A Pile Of Ruins



Man builds the minaret of civilisation
Look it scrapes the sky
My good old sky! Make room a bit yet
So that it can sour still

But I am an evergreen pile of ruins:
I devour all.

Monday, December 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: natural law
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