A curtain draws,
pitch black;
this world becomes.
yet light seeps,
through tiny holes,
flickering; it tears,
the darkness asunder.
the breeze,
whispers; as I,
gape in awe,
night's cosmic mosaic.
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Author:
krutarth (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 6th, 2022 10:56
- Category: Nature
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