An earthy scent
rises, when―
you rain in me.
The hole in
heart. Naked
as salt of eyes.
My roving boat
sinks near
the banks of ashes.
Pure and white
like snow
you fall on my lips.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 24th, 2019 20:25
- Category: Nature
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