You put your hand
on my hand, stealing me
from me, erasing the―
past and future.
An irradiant face
floats on the still lake.
Moon by moon
I try to reach you.
It will not last,
the bee without the sting.
Honey brings the trap.
There was no secret.
Beautiful navel
harbors a dream.
You want to climb the
hills, to see the stunning
sunset.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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