Sunday, 21 August 2016

ANTS

Once , i wrote about butter flies
and the caterpillar's dreams
lets forget it
now, let me say about these ants
ants,
gathering around the  deadbodies
in the forbidden streets
ants,
peeping into the
nostrils of the sleeping one
in search of life
ants,
crossing the streams of blood
inside the wounded souls
ants,
who carries the coloured
wings of spring
to the garbage
ants,
and their united march to the
edge of their own hidden hell

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