Killing field
was still red!
What you were
searching in moonlight?
A small poem
cannot provide balm
for troubled mind.
Moon will come
every night to find
his paramour.
Words keep on
changing the sounds.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 25th, 2023 20:25
- Category: Nature
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