The dangling moon
behind the ornate gate
waits for beheading.
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Indeed I had
called you in dark to change
the name of slaughter.
*
Blood tastes salty,
when words were sweet, slicing
the white lilies.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 6th, 2022 19:00
- Category: Nature
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