Dying inch by inch
to catch you between the poems
before night ends.
Life changes words
without sounds and vowels.
You will not find truth.
Create a wound
for me to print image
of fall from honeycomb.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 21st, 2023 01:02
- Category: Nature
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