Category: /General/A near cult glows/ on faces―
for harvesting peace,
saluting each other, without flame.
I have come so far
though you did not want the winds to move.
A new theme was
developing. The first wicket has fallen.
The collective suicide
Invoking the sun, you stay in shadows,
without qualms to hear
the swish of swords.
strides confidingly to read your mind.
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