He nearly jumped
from the cliff shrinking back to
the old avatar.
Crossing the dawn in
winter of life for a gift
of the autumn.
It never ends for-
the tears, which lighten up
the candle in dark.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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