such a contemplation...


flower on the precipice

buildings disheartened, trow in the dismal
as fleeting steps nears its breath
my paltry flowers on the precipice
light up so a dimly lit
dingy walls with untimely clarity
for cinders wilt daintily into the starless
when then will it turn into darkness
now to whom shall i beseech
before the unstirred make to connive

should i ?

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