You were not sin.
Pain interrupted to trigger
an ancient love.
Marigolds were in
bloom. Copper― brown. Your body
does not belong to you.
Paper dreams fly
to catch the moon in dark.
Time to burn wings.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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