In my smallness
I think tall. Nymphs want to
become ageless.
Black earth moves
the moon― Spirits were
saddened. Mayflies.
Would die in one
day. The wholeness has a
purpose to kill.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: April 6th, 2024 20:17
- Category: Nature
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