Do you want to say
few words before the night
falls on silent credos?
*
Space was shrinking.
We can't breath in gory demo.
Back to back you want.
*
For moonrise in red
sky. There were shadows under
the weeping willows.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 3rd, 2022 19:10
- Category: Nature
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