Will you survive
in black death of white moon?
Who seeks salvation?
To say or not to
say. Be yourself, write the
pain unmovingly.
Not the slave of the
habit, I will call you to
hang the white flag.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 9th, 2022 20:00
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
'white flag's, as salvation
to life's incessant onslaught
of decaying hope
and splintered horizons
for us
to clamber towards'..
(this hit home, at least for me
as-ever
your exquisite wording, sparkles
even on a write, so bleak
in theme..
thank you! Guru)
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