whore

by Kavita

the sunshine making its way
through the clouds & mountains brown and grey
touching the water that awaits its fate
to be unleashed with colors innate

the color of the soil , the shades of sky
the tinge of creatures who live deep & pass by
the symphony of life in various forms
in rhythm that provoke sensual storms

an uproar that’s incredible
a silence that’s unbearable

I wonder sitting at the shore
that nature is no-one but a whore
playing me with her flawless surprises
enticing every moment & at every stretch with her endless vices.

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