CLASH OF TITANS

I have seen, your unseen
Pastures that lure
Me, no more.
Such hunger, such thirst
For sure, for must
Be fulfilled to raise
Your next birth place
For you will die
I do not deny
Uneasy, unspent.

But, hang on because
Ahead of this preference
The fog may be too dense
That too hollow
And it would swallow or
Even make you crash and collide
With an iceberg that such fogs
Tend to hide;
Specially if you are left
Alone
To collide with your
Own.

~Glow Worm~

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