Like runaway water
you run to meet your lover,
the death.
The hidden story,
spurts many questions.
You want the
severed head of the pen
back, to write the destiny.
The savage resurgence
of abducting─
the aurorean light,
will demand a
heavy price, since the
cease-fire had melted down.
The lotus-eaters
will decide to open
the scars.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 18th, 2017 23:45
- Category: Nature
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