Let it be. Your face
hidden between the
words.
Somebody starts
commiting suicide like
moth to the flame.
It was dark
when you become nothing―
in acoustic range.
I will not
interpret the butterfly's
meaningless dance.
Who believes in
one's own death,
to be born again like a
third person.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 29th, 2023 22:46
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
I read this twice but I have no idea what it is about.I think its about moths and butterflies.
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