You did not want to play―
into the strength,
of the other.
Wrecking the pecking order,
to become poorer,
giving away your entire height?
I could live,
without your blasts, O sun,
but I need my moon,
for whole night.
It pervades,
the dark matter, in every pore.
Like gingko tree
I will drop all the pretentions
tonight, and become leafless.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: March 9th, 2018 00:32
- Category: Nature
- Views: 13
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