Fossils by Sarim Rizvi

So damn beautiful,
Quite, white
The smell of snow,
Leaving no trails,
No sign of existence,
Covering all,
Shroud of nature
For a while,
It’s beautiful
Another moment,
No clue
A perfect combination
The natures plight
It’s own management,
Cycle of life

Sarim Rizvi, Lives in India. Writing make me feel happy and I found best remedy for loneliness. Hate when ask for the exact meanings of my work. Published in peeking cat poetry magazine.

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