Half -said, put all the years
in a cup of pain and drink the tears.
For ever love, your last song
was going to meet my soul once again.
There are many hands but
no heart. Ask the king for peanuts.
A damper carried the blood
of the undying victims of the avalanche.
Why do you hide from the abuses
that will rebound to the innocent moon?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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