On marbled lids we
stretch our arms to collect
the frozen tears.
Will you stand up
for a final good bye
kissing the eyes?
A dewdropp was -
the strength of silver, drinking
the fluorescent sky.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 4th, 2016 22:07
- Category: Nature
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