Strawberry moon
descends. Words wait for
your hubris. The lake
Never arrives,
doubting the color of
rising sun. I get
My gift of sacred
punishment to solve the
love's chemistry.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 25th, 2023 20:01
- Category: Nature
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