The Dying Nature

By Naiela Omer
When the blue turns foil;
When the light seems dark;
When the crying woods call for help;
When the air is choked out. 
Then, the tranquility is no longer felt.
This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Mother Gaia' 

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