Unsung, the crazed,
follows an ailing Buddha―
moving in dark.
Not relegionism.
A black sea floods the light.
The bulls were ready.
Ephemeral myths.
You want to move the rock
on the sand dunes.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: May 21st, 2023 20:56
- Category: Nature
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