Calibrating,
the orgy in sky.
Will you wish away, the
perpetual collisions?
The astronomer
does not want to visit
the temple, where
the celestial bodies were making love;
on the walls.
Sunflowers shedding
the petals. Want to change
the orientation. Moon-bitten
now amorous in dark.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: June 24th, 2018 21:24
- Category: Nature
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