Moon was slit in
neck tonight. Can you explore
unutterable words?
A mysterious hand
rows your boat in inner
water intoning bliss.
You will quit softly
I will caress your soul
in the tucked pain.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 3rd, 2024 20:49
- Category: Nature
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