Why does it happen,
when you collapse in,
on yourself, a black
hole is formed? I don’t
want to enter, the depth
of eternal death!
Would you come with
me to have a look
at the fading sun?
It is beautiful. The
rainbow on street, in-
viting you to cross the colors.
It bleeds the heart, the
irreparable loss of the rival.
You are here, not to come again.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: April 8th, 2018 20:21
- Category: Nature
- Views: 28
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