Tuesday, April 28, 2015



They tell me, the earth is at boiling point and may puke its melting core on us
They tell me, the burden of humanity has broken earth's bones and may shake some weight from her shoulders,
They tell me, The burning pyre of existence is blinding the eyes of sun and someday we might inhale snow,
They tell me, the mounting shallow pride of men has filled up depth of oceans and someday we might not walk again but float.
I laugh out loud,
Smile in pretensions mirth.
I tell myself,
i know, i know.
And then dance.

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