Can you walk on the
ocean? The ethereal melodies turn
blue. Green birds are falling.
Can you forgive the
butcher? Who has opened my wounds?
Pain has deep water, throws the years in fire.
The marriage will not
take place in between sun and moon
in open death. Flowers don't plead.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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