Migration continues,
me to you. Conception guides
you to deep sea.
At middle― of pain
there can be mass extinction
of thoughts. You stay.
Like printing on
tablet of psyche, my genre of
immortal yearning.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: April 13th, 2024 20:08
- Category: Nature
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