Condemned to look
at the moon without blinking.
You cannot cry once.
*
Never wanted to
become a stranger, sucked in
by the weeping cherry.
*
The face-lift won't work.
Wrinkles were very deep on
heart. Start a melody.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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