I will track a lonely
poem, and send it to you. The devils
will not entertain the lime man.
Allow me to vent
on the old tree. Tell me how to kill oneself
or how to make myself whole.
Should I drop dreaming?
Are we through the burning hills and
you want to be taller than the butterflies?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 9th, 2021 20:04
- Category: Nature
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