It is a harmless
bloodbath under the moon,
when you stop moving.
Ripples on cheeks
deepen in the fog, that will
settle on red eyes.
Someone should
lift the burden of life from
the trembling hymns.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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