It was not a rope.
O venomous reptile, I am not your man.
After a colossal fall, the poem bursts in a flame.
The border sun was very
shy. Something is missing in your eyes.
Animalism prevails. No human love.
A nameless pain speaks.
You want to carry all the pains of
humanity to the laughing Buddha?
Jan 5, 2024
Jan 5, 2024 at 8:51 PM UTC
It was not a rope.
O venomous reptile, I am not your man.
After a colossal fall, the poem bursts in a flame.
The border sun was very
shy. Something is missing in your eyes.
Animalism prevails. No human love.
A nameless pain speaks.
You want to carry all the pains of
humanity to the laughing Buddha?