That appears my last
race, though sun refuses to set.
Ablaze steals the moment.
*
It comes apart;
the surrogacy of imperfect―
seeds of love and hate.
*
Dry leaves of a tree
will not carry the message of
a beautiful lake.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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