Becoming you,
I perceive your face─
in body swap.
*
The stakes were
high, when I missed the moon,
in the desert chase.
*
The soul
was trapped in an earthen pot,
while catching the shadows.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 9th, 2017 23:16
- Category: Nature
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