Unsung something,
in space, in other life
can I raise you?
The aureole
cannot be resurrected
like Lazarus.
Fading jasmines
make me mad looking
at moon rise.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 11th, 2024 20:07
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Powerful work.
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