How age slips away
from your hands?
How deep you will
go in the cavernous
mind of time?
Why brother,
why, the healing started
to hurt you and you
did not want to
stitch the name?
No tattoo will tell your
address. You want to
go anonymously, leaving
the moon behind
the brown hills.
The shadows are─
lengthening. Time was up.
Lay down your arms
and walk away with
empty hands.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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