Another weeping star
comes to me. The twin
presence interacts.
Personified.
A pain sits with me.
I split into shards.
A spooky boom.
Water bends. I kiss
your scream.
White night.
Acacia breaks,
roots won't move.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: January 28th, 2024 20:18
- Category: Nature
- Views: 2
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