In windy nights I think,
I think in windy nights, of you―
when the moon looks on.
With otherness I
would wait for you. The being of
my basic instinct.
Come outside of you
unaltered by pure love,
for taking refuge.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 16th, 2022 22:16
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
when our external, becomes intimidating
we oft
turn towards our most intimate, internal
to curate our monologs and lean, on our hidden treasures..
(a contemplative theme and an intriguing read,
thanks for sharing, Guru)
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