One scripts one's
own doom, standing at the
bank of a dried river.
Bone china reflects
the destiny of ‘being' in war
of grounded ships.
Limbs take you back
to the ruins of young night
outside of moon.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: April 24th, 2023 19:44
- Category: Nature
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