Bruised Knees


You gave me the
ageless pain of drifter.
The gale won't stop.

Can there be second
coming, I ask you before
burning your name?

If love was blind,
why did the wise time stop
to welcome you?

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 27th, 2023 21:29
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 1
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