You walked with me
when it was pitch-dark.
How do I find you in light?
*
These were the last roses,
for you. Henceforth
no water will flow from the eyes.
*
Only your face will swim
on the nippy moon;
burning skylark.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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