I dream to you.
You were moving like a space
rock ready to collide.

Everyone reaches
to one's own end any day.
What would you carry?

You may need to
sedate yourself. It is a
long pain to live.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 2nd, 2024 20:32
  • Category: Nature
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