Love blooms in hush,
like cranberry. It heals soul,
half moon, half stings.
Gives you wisdom
to singe without flames
in month October.
Woe was done for,
when the snow comes in
to cover the scars.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2023 20:03
- Category: Nature
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