A lone wound and a
silent sorrow. Where the fugitive will
go? The migratory moon wants to stay.
Trying to remember how
to die under a Bo tree like Buddha.
The wolves sit down to wait.
Not yet the door has opened.
The direction of collapsed dreams leads
to the nailed path in the woods.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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