Between the hills
lies the secret of deep
valley. I love what was
a voiceless pain.
Die by me, if you
will, when I wouldn't
be there to see your mutation
intobutterfly.
Where the horizon
meets the moon, I will
place my shivering candle
to burn at both the ends
in a trench.
The destroyer sleeps
now in the nest of golden
eagle. One day he will
wake up to sharpen his
beak and talons.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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