Claiming my earthiness
in the starry night. A cyclone will
soon make a landfall.
Bright planet writes
a poem guiding towards the
truth of wounded time.
Take an old coin, buy
poverty from the hands of god
in weird utopia.
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
Claiming my earthiness
in the starry night. A cyclone will
soon make a landfall.
Bright planet writes
a poem guiding towards the
truth of wounded time.
Take an old coin, buy
poverty from the hands of god
in weird utopia.