How we had started
hiding from each other, your
green lies and my dark truths.
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Moon had crossed my
path when sea was boiling and
you― searching a boat.
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Who saves the tears,
when there was cloudburst, in
last leg of journey.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 5th, 2022 21:34
- Category: Nature
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