After knowing so much
of unknown,
you were afraid, but I
lunge for the relic.
How far you will sink
in the depth of cries?
The moon will not─
offer her lips.
Light will not give you
the vision. A sin unrolls.
The city burns in its─
own garbage.
As soon as the water
dries, eyes will blink─
to nail down the constellation
in fog. The tongues retreat.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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