Another one of my poems

A strange land

Under the black ocean of the sky,

upon a white plain,

crimson rivers flow.

The ceaseless rain,

falling in torrents,

goes unheard.

Beneath the surface,

lies a nest,

where scorpions crawl,

upon poisoned earth.

-Sahni Fuller

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