Longing to sit on
your pink lips, a butterfly
wants to say goodbye.
Bloodletting was
a big mistake. Only
white shroud imprints.
You had passed
through my body leaving
footmarks in eyes.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 28th, 2023 20:55
- Category: Nature
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