My Road was dusty.
Marigolds react. You cannot celebrate
an epic. At twilight it is dark.
There was a magical
show. You were walking under the
dim light of fireflies to burn the sky.
Can we perform? Don't
be afraid. There is mutualism.
A stream of words will take to the truth.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
'You were walking under the
dim light of fireflies to burn the sky.'
such vivid imagery, utilised to its most potent capacity..
another great 'searching' poem to add to your vast collection, thanks for choosing to share, Guru!
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