You walk in air
without leaving footprints,
giving me nothing.
In the sound of
dry leaves, I search nothing
in abstention.
Who had molested
the white moon in rains
of the sacred land?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 19th, 2023 20:11
- Category: Nature
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