The moon was shrinking,
I have arrested myself in a cuban
spider's net to sew the windows.
A distinctive fall. This
is an extraordinary time in search of
a new answer paradigm, of a lost love.
The solace was reluctant
to come when you open the door to bring
peace in the dark to accept mortal care.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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