A medieval smile
picks up the frozen pain
of fallen hero.
The fear prevails.
You cannot move the finger
to stitch a celibate.
The lies shine,
spitefull, but wrapped in
tears of broken pen.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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