A clear sky to sit
under the stars, in your gaze
to find missing moon.
Keep it to yourself
what I gave you in the shell,
a pearl, dream and ash.
Landscape was haunting.
The truth gives a loud call,
like a big flying owl.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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