Sitting on the legs
of swastika, a moon jumps
on the wailing earth.
The fire in eyes of
passion flower was ready
for crucifixion.
The snow on your lips
stays still, for the portrait of a
fall without autumn.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 1st, 2022 19:30
- Category: Nature
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