Was trying to―
make eye contact with
unknown in dark.
Shadows become
real people, when I ask
who are you.
Remember to die
when you want to live
for eternity.
The giant ficus
smiles at woodpecker.
Buddha sleeps.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2019 20:23
- Category: Nature
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