My moon crashed
on the terrace tonight. I want
to say good night queen!
Collecting the ash
from the forehead of sun I
ask the cobra to strike.
Where will you find
hemlock? It slowly ascends
the limbs. Like my dream.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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