Still I am looking
at the path, from where you
disappeared.
In void between
living and dead, leaving no
memory to drape.
The dust will recall
the weight of footfalls in
air to bleed stones.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 28th, 2023 23:04
- Category: Nature
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