I don't ask. Will go
fighting. The maverick plays
a game of blue hearts.
Not galloping love.
A subdued undercurrent
flows in brown eyes.
Shadow at moonlight
clings to my feet, not to meet
the Karma this night.
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Offline) - Published: March 10th, 2022 19:43
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'Not galloping love.
A subdued undercurrent
flows in brown eyes.'
what a wording
of aged wisdom's
tender, hesitative states..
who needs pictures
when poetry, showcases
a movie's worth of insight
in just ten, choice
words...
*thank you, Guru)
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