You want to talk.The
clock is ticking. Like a shaman I want
to know you, alternating my consciousness.
United vocabulary trembles.
I occupy your heart. It is a noiseless
music. You cannot hear but feel.
Your presence in the empty room
I know. It is agony, shakes the curtains.
Something goes, something comes.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Great. Thank you.
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