May 2017
There was a storm today,
A tree older than me,
Taller than the walls of brick
Broke.
Why can't I stop thinking about it?
A tree older than me,
Taller than the walls of brick
Broke.
Why can't I stop thinking about it?
I went to watch the sky later,
There was blood in the horizon.
There was blood in the horizon.
(22/F/India)
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