I don't want to take
my words bad. Where do I keep
them in burning house?
*
It simmers, the sandy path
to bury you alive in hot truths.
No end of beginning.
*
Who does fall, which
has no height? Moonlight spreads
on hot lava of tears.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 25th, 2022 20:31
- Category: Nature
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