My bruised words
explode. I don't find any
meaning in life.
Why you meet a cobra
and shut your eyes? Time? Will
not wait for the birth of sun?
Darkness breeds thoughts
I break you first then remake
you in twilight to welcome moon.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 16th, 2024 20:03
- Category: Nature
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