I am not a paragon.
Everyday I will repeat
some hymns to myself.
Sometimes the
truth becomes transgender.
From god to goddess.
Grace and courtesy.
The moon anchors a smile.
Tears roll silently.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 26th, 2023 20:11
- Category: Nature
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