Unlocking,
the silver knife.
The poetry matters,
when it is dark.
*
Night,
has its own secrets, when,
dew spreads out
the beadings on grass.
*
Blackbuck was ready
to shed the antlers.
Moon was hornless.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 28th, 2017 19:18
- Category: Nature
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