Like water hyacinth of lake
you cannot run away
from your psyche.
*
A separation from the
body was imminent.
Moon was calling.
*
The myth was there,
and summer, the night
opens like a medusa.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 20th, 2018 22:35
- Category: Nature
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