I am done for,
jumping the wall of
signature pain.
I hear you talking
in whispers, to an invisible
god of absence.
A journey breaks
halfway. Were you going
to write off our hand-made tapestry?
O God, you hit
precisely. I want to throw
back your kindness.
Ah, the scars don't
go. Time does not heal
the wounds of earth.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 14th, 2023 20:04
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
I admire your writing!
Powerful.
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