Tends to droop,
the narcissus, after
shedding the tears.
Per minute, you
were drawing
a self-portrait.
In water,
your image splinters
in thousand names.
Holding the-
earth on your neck
where would you go?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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