Immaculate boundary.
I touch your nose
to read your mind.
Let's share the same moon.
Unthinking, I have
to find a new phrase
to describe the daisy.
The way you look at me.
I am. You are.
Sometimes game
changers. Sometimes lost.
We try to reach the whole truth.
Meeting anthem
under the fig tree to
start a new book of raw love.
Where the sum has gone?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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