Where was love
in a dewdrop and rose
when your lips went dry.
The salt now speaks
of vacant eyes of a
covered nude.
Untitled my song. I
leave at your steps
for a waterfall.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 12th, 2016 22:32
- Category: Nature
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