When the sun turns black
And the moon howls at wolves,
When the river flows back
From the bank to its source,
When the trees grow roots
On their canopies and
Flies despise the fruits,
Which taste so bland,
When deers are bloodthirsty
And bears are fragile,
When jungles are frosty
And the sun befriends ice,
When girls feel secure
And boys can cry,
When we find the cure
For loneliness and torture,
Only then will man realise
He cannot rule over nature.
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2 am poetry
Poetryscraps, free verses and little poems from my notes app that come to my mind on sleepless nights :)
