The oceans are dry
Salt and salt strewn
on the floor
Piles of sand scattered
here and there
Dunes simply roam
with the wind
the soft crust lay tired
Cracks, crevices adorn its
flaky skin,
dews, rain seep in
but futile, they evaporate
there’s a perpetual fire
glowing inside, denying to die;
the womb burdened
the soul fragmented
the mind saddled
the heart fiddled
yet breathing,
waiting for the volcano to spurt!π
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