Show me your hand
where I tattooed
for the unborn dream.
You ask for a ghost
who sits on stigmata to
invite the butterflies.
In golden valley
I will plant blueberries
to kiss half-shut moons.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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