Why did you look back
after saying goodbye. The syncope
plays its hand. Nobody wants to win.
Why did you kill the
trees? They cry. The invisible blood
drips at night. Don't do it with clouds.
Only the candle sends you
light, by burning the wax of eyes.
O god is there any solace by giving soul?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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