You do not mean, what
you say in dim voice, I
would, what I didn't say.
Light moves abruptly
to kill darkness. I was wounded.
Seeds would germinate?
Half a sun, King moves.
Queen sleeps on the golden bed.
Moon will weep at door.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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