Will you come for a
final goodbye in dark.
I will wear you like a moon.
*
The black hole was
widening. There was no
sin, if you bring a candle.
*
September, morning.
The cuckoo gives a two-note call.
Anybody still sleeping?
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: June 10th, 2017 21:56
- Category: Nature
- Views: 5
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