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Tyre-Deep

Each monsoon exposes the failures we normalize—flooded streets, choking drains, and a city forced to endure the same cycle. Come rains, and ...

Sunday, June 16, 2019

The barren bloom

Though ripped, and sunkissed,
gardens still inspire poems,
perchance, love mends them.


Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #PoetryPrompt #Challenge #257
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