Being outsider,
you will not be excused.
Deluded perfectly.
This was a holy crime to be
burned out.
You can walk
round and round around the bed,
in search of sleep.
This night was yours.
I had embarrassed
the moon. It was watching me
from the window with a quizzical look.
Of meager existence
an asteroid wants―
to beat the sun.
The palm holds the secret of orbs.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: May 9th, 2019 19:21
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Fascinating!
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