Never had been
at distant pain to hear
the water's song.
At interstices
of tears, threads, filter
the salt of soul.
Muscularity of
oath melts. The fusion cracks.
You move away.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 5th, 2024 20:48
- Category: Nature
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Fantastic
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