Give me pain of
your pain in summer moon,
not to miss the blues.
Of valleys.
God to God a scream devastates
some anagrams.
Tonight I will sit
under stars to cool
the sadness of tears.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 21st, 2023 21:11
- Category: Nature
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