I don't seek the
renunciation. It were
you to turn divine.
What you would not
tell my tale of abdication
in pain of the birth?
You are shrinking
at blanks between tears.
Only the steps bleed.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 2nd, 2023 21:27
- Category: Nature
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