The chilly smell;
Freezing are my ears.The dogs barks,
Ghouls are clear.An aeroplane's thundering sound,
Covering the barks...In between,
But now again,It's too silent,
The swirls can be heard.Whirls!
W h i r l p o o l s -
so audible.
Inside it's swirls,
Mess...hue.Err1585
Ritika
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PoetryDistorted Poetry. Another poetry book written with a "schizosanic" brain and heart filled with love and inches of white. #491 in poetry ❤