The answers look
at questions, like sparrows
did not find home.
Where wouldgo, the
butterfly poems, to color
the barren thoughts?
You glide like river
of blood in the eyes of
wounded moon.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: April 23rd, 2024 20:05
- Category: Nature
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