Trying to make my
life ephemeral, inviting
back my pains.
It was organic,
love unexplained. A
cryptic approach was
birthed to survive.
I wouldn't touch
the aura of falling star
to stitch the wounds.
I might have
covered the ash body
without leaves. There
were unburied secrets.
Remember me in
dark when the earth
opens the eyes.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: January 15th, 2024 20:08
- Category: Nature
- Views: 1
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