Will you read
the snow on the grass knitting
the big eyebrows
of moon at night
which will never know hidden
hands of a wetland?
The tears implant
green circles on cheek.
Spring was coming back.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 25th, 2016 23:31
- Category: Nature
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