You started parenting
a blitz,
against my nest.
I am bleeding on my lines.
It is hurting
me a lot.
Like breathing in chlorine.
The mercury rises, falls.
Towards unknown blues,
you took a dive. I cannot
read the signature―
of nemesis.
Would not find a
kindred spirit. I was trying
to follow you in dark.
The story does not end
here. Back to antiquity, did you
believe in a second cousin
of moon, that were you?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 6th, 2019 19:23
- Category: Nature
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