It was hazy in Plato's
cave, I was trying to study
the painting on wall.
Why do I fear for you?
Words have gone dumb
in full moon.
Was it a presence
without flesh, bones?
Only sparkling eyes?
I touch you warily.
Trembling I ask you to come
back in my twirling life.
You do not move.
It happens like never
before. Spirit weeps.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 16th, 2024 20:03
- Category: Nature
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Fantastic work.
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