Dissecting the moon
to know the incredible,
in half light, I will
pursue my endless pain.
Rebirthing of illusion,
becomes a curse.
Unreality was supreme
I want to touch you in fog.
The condemned darkness
has a hidden secret. One day
the prophet will marry the
stupid truth.
You betray the wrapped
emotions, shying away
froma second life. Silence
steals the words from
your lips.
I will ask the sky
to lull the hot moonlight.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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