Let me reach the
zero point, where I didn't
want to go.
The hymn to saddened
goddess, will always belong to
sender of black roses.
I will ask a question
after seeing you. Were you
ready to receive a non-killer?
The coming of my
rival was a blue shame.
I did not touch your lips.
The sun wakes up
and the dew shines again
on your flickering lids.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Unexpected questions shake reality and leave the reader pondering deeper issues. Very nice
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