You by yourself,
will become me―
one day.
I am standing―
lone, with
body planet.
The intrinsic design―
of ampersand
falters. And
partition of soul
begins. The mutation
from the dust to schism takes place.
Where tears cannot
reach, the poem
will carry the message.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
I love your unorthodox line breaks.
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