Life can be of many segments in a circle
Segments are segregated either with knife or bare hands
Knives slices off the shadow which follows you
Left Hands gentles to hide from right hand
Sitting in a park under a canopy love
To fill my mouth and tummy with pie
Life disguise himself into crow,sits beside me
We debate but never quarrel for pie
Discuss story from all angles before arriving at the end.
With a huge burp he circles above my decayed body
I'm here longing for cherry pie .
I'm writing for BARATHON day2 prompt Life Of Pie for @blogarhythm1
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