Ended Fare

Small is not small
Said the air
That is still today.
On the eastcoast
Light spark smile
And we stay.

Nothing is made by us
As you know said the air
That is fair.
On the hilltop
We discovered monkey
That ceases care.
Who is there
query air and requested
To return
While we ended fare.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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