Undivided pain―
we will share in the
moonless night and
wait for the sun.
Play down the tears,
when the light comes
and lick the salt of
dry lips.
I will consider
not to surrender before
any god after the bath
of blood.
Why the architect
destroys the beautiful
garden bestowing the seeds
to earth?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 11th, 2023 21:17
- Category: Nature
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