Do the shadows
talk solemnly, when
the light goes out?
*
Walking over the
cobblestones, you return back
to somber childhood.
*
It was a sudden assault
of the wild winds.
The rusty moon
starts bleeding.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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