In reality- you were
in a ring of fire. I had been
left with no claim on you.
Your failure had become mine.
This was not the game-
changer. Moon had latched
on the watery eyes. Synapsis
had started to break away.
The god wears different
apparels- as per the need of the
occasion. Nobody is going to say,
rest in peace.
Gradually I will stop
speaking about myself. When
my time comes, I will lose everything
and set you free.
The blind eagle will find its abode.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 22nd, 2018 19:28
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Excellent write!
The blind eagle will āseeā!
You are without a doubt, among the most amazing eriters I have ever read...and u post something just about every day..I look forward to your daily posts like my horoscope or something..lol..anyway..thank u for being here
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