ORGANIC

ORGANIC 

"Saturated, clouds leak like secrets that are badly kept"

                                                                          Picture by: Paz Mukikala

Trapped in concrete jungles 

We rush past life right into death.

Building past the point of no return 

We push mother nature to a last breath.

- Slow down -

Catch the sun climbing to a rise, and

Excuse the need to miss it's fall to set.

Hunt for the organic within you

For we all rush to nowhere without rest.

By:

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Aristo Dos Santos

CuPid Poetry

“For Those You Love and Adore”