Midcloud of the –
rainy day.
I am waiting for
the winged guests.
*
In trance
I catch the flying words.
The blank paper
prints the nude.
*
I need
to cover the sharp contours.
You will find
a mystic profile.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 17th, 2017 22:19
- Category: Nature
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