Between us was
left a prelude. I open
the ruined book.
Why there was other
pain in eyes. Differentia?
Of unknown feel?
A creeper climbs,
your small window of psyche.
Jets ethereal spray.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 21st, 2023 22:16
- Category: Nature
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