Hugging a tempest
after forgiving the sun,
that went to burn moon.
*
I scramble on the bridge
to watch the flow of blue bones,
from one smile to other.
*
The panther returns
home to turn human again.
There was no blood name.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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