A sparrow knits the―
dim moonlight to sleep in
my arms all night.
My devotion was
different. I would watch
the meltdown of moon.
You must move like
water. There was nothing to
say, nothing to catch.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2023 19:58
- Category: Nature
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