You live in your own
world. I fall like Niagara riddled
with memories peddled with blood signature.
What was a Pi in the
ocean of tears. I drag the body of
fallen tree of virtue.
The roots are spiking
up to talk to the sun. What was the
meaning of light years in dark?
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Author:
satishverma (
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'The roots are spiking
up to talk to the sun.'
a constant, where solitude's darkness
yields daredevil roots of Icarus dreams
only we're at an age
where that well trodden myth, is well known
so instead of wings
we sprout whispered wishes, to glide
with the winds of Time..
such a brilliant read, Guru!
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