The moon was coming up
in cross-dressing style
from he to she.
Smoking in pensive mood;
itching to be ready
for last farewell.
The evil makes you feel
good, to prove the
unrestricted love between the two.
A slight criticism for
Sisiphus. Why does not
he sing like a poor farmhand?
To die young makes them
cry. Why you were burning
your fuel without running on blazing coals?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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