Moving in different
orbits, always trying to
touch each other.
Between moon and
earth, lies a great trust.
I will never deviate my path.
We will not leave
our foot prints in dark after―
our rendezvous in light.
A dumb doll in―
signs, starts speaking about
the wax mannequins in veils.
The blood nails have
started etching your names on
every rock for sanity.
I have started making friends with flames.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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