In valley of peace
lilies, I was searching
you in blue darkness.
O destiny the remains of
past want to step into the future
of dying mantras.
To dissect the
moment of truth. Why
were you so anxious?
It was a weird happening.
Cloud over cloud
the soul wants to depart.
No I don't want
to learn the art of
cheating at rising sun.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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