My maiden guilt
interprets your mysterious signs
I become a moon orbiter.
Your body moves
like an eel in my eyes.
Blue lakes sleep.
Let the candle in wind
go.The gift was not understood.
Pink flames rage again.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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