Who was honest to
toes, to take a flight
like a legend?
Hearing the voices
in head, you appeared as
a gift in dark.
Was there any code
of silence, in feeling a
guilt of smiling
when hurt?
I was talking of
basic pain, like a jasmine
to cuddle when touched
by a moonbeam.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: February 14th, 2023 21:56
- Category: Nature
- Views: 5
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