When huge trees
walk, the rocks
tremble.
This was a sacred
ritual, to get the
tang of stings.
Distressed,
the naked eye
roams in ruins.
Behind the veil,
the moon will heal the
acid burns.
How will you
celebrate the night,
for sylvan setting?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 16th, 2023 18:54
- Category: Nature
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