The night at noon.
Will you come to light the lamp?
I am trying to write me out.
The surrealism bashing
continues. I am searching your
trapped face in dirty water.
Why are you sad
after knowing what was
unknown to all the stars?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 27th, 2024 20:07
- Category: Nature
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