I did not want
to know you. Then why―
asking the way
to your home.
The dilemma of the
musky scent. Do you think―
it was a traditional
way of carrying the love
of unknown.
This world does not
suit me. Shame to the doormen,
how did you reach there
unannounced under the night's sounds.
The tone you will miss.
The tree has walked away.
No sin was left.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: June 18th, 2020 19:22
- Category: Nature
- Views: 6
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