Answering a question
of life and truth, we come near the
absurdity. A third eye opens
Wearing the dark skin
in esoteric clairvoyance the moon
becomes a king of metaphors.
Love steals away the
poem. There was no complete story.
by accident. The pain lays bare the moonlight.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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