August is upon us.
Seven months.
And seven days of the year.
Over.
Almost all of the days wrapped in fear and the uncertainty of the unknown.
And yet we seemed to have learnt nothing.
Self prevailing over love.
Pride over compassion.
Blind hatred, prejudice, bigotry over humanity.
What will then be left in the end...?
What if
Skies blue
Deepened
Unending
Closing in
Eternal
Twilight
What if
Rivers
Endless
Flowed
Crimson
Hues of,
Scarlet
What if
We bled
The same?
Ceaseless
Incessant
Swollen
Incandescent ....
~ Judith Vaddi
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