Kissing under the
mistletoe. Moon puckers
wearing a hijab.
The creed tumbles,
for vast and open space,
to remove zeros.
Treat me as I was.
The shadow falls on lake
when time freezes.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2023 20:38
- Category: Nature
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