One moon was yours,
one moon was mine I am very
agitated by Ars Poetica.
At the south of the pain
you were becoming my shadow writing
on the terra cotta, temple love was combed.
The tyrant cyclone brings
a beautiful dark moon, and I am
ready to become a martyr.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2021 19:47
- Category: Nature
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- Users favorite of this poem: Lauraš», L. B. Mek.
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Comments2
satishverma,
Ready to be freeā¦
Ready to be meā¦
Ready to be thee.
Lauraš»
what a worthy dedication
to one of my all-time favourite poets,
I read and learn, Guru
thank you!
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