First lilacs and now
morning glory, remind me of
your opening eyes.
*
Where blue birds have
gone, wrecking glorious nest
in search of lightning?
*
Mirage was beautiful.
You were taking a bath by
moonlight in the lake.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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