Suddenly, the full moon
pops up soundlessly. I was stunned
by sheer nakedness.
*
Will you catch a
butterfly for my reluctant wine?
I had invited the black roses.
*
A city does not
sleep any more, after the call
of service, fumbling with the locks.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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