You want more charity
from poor, collecting moon seeds
to brighten black walls.
*
My eyes become
lakes, you would walk in moon, when
monologue ends.
*
Why dip your fingers
in blood of sacred book
and drawing two wings?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 25th, 2022 22:12
- Category: Nature
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