The burden of life to
carry fund roses, neither pink,
nor yellow, just black.
*
I wanted to forget the
morbidity of violence and
crooked smiles of moon.
*
Unheard words move
like vipers. You don't bleed.
Freeze like a statue.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: September 22nd, 2022 20:52
- Category: Nature
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