Like holocaust,
rolling moon brings
massacre. You
burn inside.
The empire was in
ruins, I was searching
peace in half-truths.
A flying snake
lands on your chest,
when you were asleep.
You wouldn't find a clue.
The philosophy of
dying in beauty creates
a myth.
Why did you play with
questions. There were no
answers.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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