Sometime in wordless
prayer, a moon was trapped,
Eerily the neck breaks.
*
Everyday you were
moving away like sun from
all my being exiled.
*
You don't say goodbye.
Seared, I will hear the hissing
sound of blue flames.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: September 6th, 2022 19:02
- Category: Nature
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