Do not let me say
goodbye. I will pick threads of
tears from slanted eyes.
Not for your sake―
I did make the blue temple.
It chairs my goddess.
Sitting under grape
vine I drink from your orbs.
Don't drop the heavy lids.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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