Launching | Merlin Flower

Fabricating fury, I crossed across
and stood with
hands on hips.

He nodded with a yellow smile.

say, oops.
Props to the heart, the insane mind,
the insignificant life.  

Now, I’ve been asking, “Is the cat black or white?”

 

Author : Merlin Flower 

Indian Review | Literature & Poetry | Authors | Merlin Flower

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