Becoming scattered,
the winged visitors
in my chest.
Is there a home―
for sane thoughts in the jungle―
of unthruths?
How long I will
continue my journey
in search of grass?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 21st, 2017 01:07
- Category: Nature
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