Becoming musical
at the end time,
like a whooper's swan.
*
The poet sings
for carnations, when
the snow melts.
*
The secret,
you do not want to share
with death.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 16th, 2017 22:38
- Category: Nature
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