in

Volcano

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!๐Ÿ’š

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