From the other you
comes a rapture of flame,
with blueberries.
*
The depth was in the
smoke, arising from burning
nest of nightingale.
*
At surface we meet,
divide the moments of lilies,
and then fly away.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 23rd, 2022 19:43
- Category: Nature
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