Have you ever seen,
how the moon rises to tell the
story of slaying?
December was white,
I scramble to plank the blog
was to warn you.
The stillness quivers
words flow in icy air to
fix a tattoo on your arm.
You give a hearty
laugh, winning a race on
stingy thorns.
Your secret journey
begins like an odyssey to meet
your eternal pain becoming a god.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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