A truth a day
was not sufficient.
There were many snakes.
The tree will speak
under the sky.
You will need solitude.
You see what
you want to see.
Eyes don't tell the real.
The silky way
you want to hold
the poems of moon.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 8th, 2019 21:10
- Category: Nature
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