Wading in tears
you want to catch time. Sun
will bake your eyes.
You undid my charm,
weaving a web, wearing the
threads of wounds.
Do prayers help the
cobalt valley of cleaved
breast in moon?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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