To find the
essence of nothingness
you need to play a bluff.
The birthmark will come
without motherhood.
It lacks a commitment of
fatherless progeny. The stigma
arrives later when you meet
the moon at night.
I don't defend the puritan's version.
It was natural. Are we returning
to a thinking tree where parakeets
are nesting? The illegitimacy
of bold argument needs the
blessings of the birch.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: May 18th, 2016 22:09
- Category: Nature
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