I will take you:
In claustrophobia,
head-to-toe,
fully immersed in death.
*
Where the horizon
meets the asteroid.
I will call, the near
earth, my prayer.
*
A distant touch
of your encounter, takes
a big toll. I have started
talking to moon.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2017 22:31
- Category: Nature
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