Your hands,
fingers speak your mind.
You will never compromise.
I ask myself
the impossible. The skulls
will not stop laughing.
Face to face the moons burn.
Will you keep
my most precious secret?
how I loved a snakecharmer.
That never was.
White lie on the black
tongue to recite a
blank page.
Why don't you leave
the shade of Acacia?
The thorns will always
entice you?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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