The glass eye looks
at moon, caves in moonlight,
to hurl the flames.
*
Bright pink will have
collision effect on you
to lose me at dawn.
*
No grass, no palms in
path of self-immolation,
when sun was cooling.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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