Lashed together
for a better tomorrow,
ending war of words.
Heralding the new
moon I sacrifice
my becoming age
I will sleep now
on hawthorns in bleeding
flames of forest.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: September 22nd, 2016 22:39
- Category: Nature
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