Night descends in your
eyes. Planet wants to enter the
footfalls of moon.
You drink my song
from lipless heart. What was
the range of bullet?
An altered ego writes
again the history of Buddha,
who was still unknown.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 24th, 2024 21:31
- Category: Nature
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