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?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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