Moon was ready
for a swan dance
with clouds.
For a tied up
integrity, did you
need a collective silence?
Sun has not yet
risen as a drag queen,
to wakeup the people.
It was an ant
to uncover a face in dark
to show the curved lips,
Apples have ripened.
Wind shakes the tree.
before the whispers start.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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