Like hungry jaguar
I hunted you
in music of limbs.
The thrust played
a game of hide and seek
between the islands.
It should not have
happened like this. The covert
rowing. Sea never forgives.
The ache has
a continuity. The lost tribe
still wants to remain
untraced.
Time makes you strong.
One day you score a
unique myth.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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