Same moon, I
will not witness the bloodshed
during the starless sky.
When it is pitch dark
you open the hidden myths of
hanging China rose.
A world dies under
the Chinar tree to save a
rising crimson sun.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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