Let's go together
over the moon.
Death to death in
economy of tears.
God blessed-
in songs of violets, the
peonies bloom,
in full glare of white and pink.
Being to unbeing
I will wait for the shooting
stars. A grace, the poise
plummeting into pine trees.
We will return
one day to our sadness,
unraveling the truth of life
and secrets of hidden pains.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 17th, 2020 21:27
- Category: Nature
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