Night begins
the self-discovery
with green and cream pills.
A binary existence
you would love to
break the myth.
The wind in the sails,
you are going-
nowhere in darkness.
All colors of-
midnight moon,
were for you.
Time will meet-
you in different masks,
to find the truth.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 28th, 2018 19:34
- Category: Nature
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