The ink was fading.
I don't want to stay on the
right side of time.
*
Thoughts will mute. You
cast another spell on poems
I feel presence.
*
After arrival,
there was no departure.
Spirit will hover.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 10th, 2022 20:03
- Category: Nature
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