Reaching the end of
life, are you ready to listen
when I don't speak?
The charisma of
gods was wavering, you will
smear the poles red.
Step by step moon
climbs down, the blue lake, for
last rites of blaze.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 17th, 2023 21:26
- Category: Nature
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