When I pined for
you, you were lost in open
space. Something―
Dies inside me
daily. I watch daring fall
of pride to kill sun.
Let it be dark now
on this side of moon. Clouds
cover the shame.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: May 29th, 2024 19:39
- Category: Nature
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