The beast
draws a circle for
winter, untelling.
You climb the frozen
falls, to reach the moon
in gray.
The treachery
in domes was evident.
You get the twisted cones.
Under the shade
of stars, you start the
fire to ignite the limbs.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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