I ask you, to be my
rage. Unwavering in
the timelessness.
No more I was
protagonist. New moon
will sit on my eyes.
Bare foot I walk
towards the burning pyre, to
see the ascent of ashes.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 20th, 2023 20:43
- Category: Nature
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