How do I find out
in dreams, when you hide―
behind your eyes?
*
Venerating age
was brutal. Everyday I
count my lost coins.
*
Your hands tremor
after the cruel retraction of
knife from the poems.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 9th, 2022 21:07
- Category: Nature
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