A ring fell round
Pairing at corners
With age old silence
Ugly faced flies
They showed their pittance
They had their own stories
Speedy thoughts
Fiery fists
All mere shadows
Sprinting around
An oil well
Casted nice and new
Stage was set
Knife was young
Flesh was sweet
Yet tree was uprooted
Rocks were greyed out
None complained
Curtain raisers
They know the pain
Of hiding lies
In between tea leaves
Corns took thorns
Of flowery lives
In off-season transits
Grills and fire
They filled our hunger
Hunting dogs
They were sold
As per the predictions
Left or right
The pulse of machines
They were better
In their heartless holes
And we plugged in thereby
Awkward spells
Autumn waves
They shared a mystery
And it whispered
In everyother wreakage
Why should we cast an Iron bridge ...!
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