A grim reminder.
Ah! the lunar cycle again
hurts. Candle burns at―
*
both the ends. Book
was closed for eternity.
Red moon bleeds.
*
I dip my fingers in
moonlight to smeat your
memories silver.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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