Nature calls agenda.
It pulls my heartstrings walking in
moonless night to find fireflies.
Hiding in a beehive,the
annual rings cut your years ikn pain
Echoes were waiting in hope.
The sap refuses to rise.
Brown marks on your face are
becoming darker. I Will cross you in water.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: April 18th, 2021 19:43
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
'that graduation of age
brown-mark tagging, shrivelled opportunity
upon once pudgy, squeezy cheeks
of untameable beginning's, to all of potential'
far too quick: we blink...
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