Standing alone in
dying light, to find darkness of
sun crying in bushes.
You were not me in
shipwreck. The sea wos rising,
Will call doorkeeper.
Truth was not the need.
Will collect messages of
sad, ravaged moon.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 25th, 2022 19:58
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Good write S.
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