Like deportation
in distant waters, still I
believed myself.
Living in a hole
all my life, understanding
moonrise on lake.
Who gave me the kiss
of roses― pink, black, yellow
colors of the eyes?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 11th, 2021 19:21
- Category: Nature
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