bloodbath

it's polar in one's soul
(in its northern side),
a cold blizzard reigns
a predictable hunch
clouded its eyes' sky,
and frost deafened it
if it tries to say some,
its words… get frozen
whispered a snowdrop,
on bloodbath of March


… flocks of birds fly unnaturally in some skies,
emitting a terrifying disruptive noise

have no feathers, but AL13, carbon fiber and
plastic, plus a motor instead of heart

they're known as drones, (…evil angry birds)
darken the sky and turn the ground red

(may those real have might to annul fake ones) 

πŸ“–

mille fois

shangri-la

from head to toe

there it is

shelter

recognize

check it out

@ home │ life + you

face Γ  face

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