adapt to the axiomatic allusions
as this bewildered belly beseeches,
craving cautiously to control the cancerous mind:
dissolving by defying delusions
and the dearth of decisive decisions.
elixirs evaporate even now,
fermenting into the fickle sky:
gods are gasping ; gorgons are giggling.
heretics and humans slowly cry.
Brilliantly done. I’d encourage you to continue the series from I – z.
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Thanks Nandita, Next will be I-P. 🙂
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Wonderful!
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Thanks Rishhu 🙂
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Welcome!
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