Tender thorns, but
turbulent sea inside. Why are you
holding the ancient water in your eyes?
You are trapped below
my beats but I am escaping into space.
Yet you dare to kiss me on rock.
This was divine. You
always lived in my breast. The ripped silence
becomes vocal. Where does this road go?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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