The lazy eye,
staggers. Looks behind
the moon.
Retaining the uniqueness
that you were not.
The eagled-hoot.
Your spirit, muddles the air.
How much truth was there
under your skin?
I had always admired your stiff neck.
Only the veil was needed
to cover the green fears.
Would you ever know, how
I was killing myself in small poems?
The danger lurks.
Sparks, seagulls and blue lake.
The blaze never dims.
Eternity prowls around, cutting the ribbons.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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