You did't need to
pray like the Milky Way
handing on moon.
Why did you follow
me, when I was alone―
hurt, in stampede?
Touch me again
when yellow jasmine wakes.
I will linger all night.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 20th, 2021 20:15
- Category: Nature
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