Why Buddha waits for
Yasodhra, to become sane
and atone a sin.
The time was catching
up. Like someone plucks a
narcissus for prayer.
Pink and white, the
cherry blossom in your eyes
cracks the asphalt.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 15th, 2023 20:09
- Category: Nature
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