When the sanctity―
will not alter, and sun
dips in the sky,
I will give you a call.
Sin versus sin were
going for a war in large
swathes of purity. If there
was no come back.
I will give you a call.
Small fathers now, will
not bring any revolution.
We will watch only that was invisible,
I will give you a call.
When dried lips will not
barrow the salt of sea, there
would be no anthem. You
start avoiding the altered nature,
I will give you a call.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: December 22nd, 2020 20:31
- Category: Nature
- Views: 16
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