I will return you
to yourself in the twilight
of waning moon.
No more we will speak
in dark, to read the message
of holy night in pain.
A long way to reach
you in misty thoughts after the
priest breaks the vowels.
Something was certainly
wrong. Coffin was on way to
pick up the vessel.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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