Drunk at
midnight, playing with
moon squibs.
*
Hearing─
a nocturne, the spirit soars,
when you are drowned.
*
A galaxy
invites me for a night vigil.
Some elixir will rain.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 23rd, 2017 22:08
- Category: Nature
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