Some Glimpses
Moon rose from
obscurity, once I released
the fury of darkness.
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Do not want to
repeat; why my song was
stolen by flight of birds.
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The negativity of
the penknife. Always tearing
away the heart.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016
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