Listening to a grief,
I look at your lips, where
the words sit trembling.
*
Teach me to commit
a sin in return for gifts.
Land wouldn't divide sea.
*
Thirst meets the desert
at the edge of night, where
sun was arrested.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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