Waves set apart,
While it touch the depth,
Desires float within this vigor,
Since pebbles can’t float!
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Disgruntled orgasm, or vague halo,
Lover’s trauma, or Sinner’s pride,
The lot behind a single smile,
The lot floating for a while.
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Scorned and shriveled,
Desires of life…
1 comment:
ye samajh mein aayi .....keep it up and .... natures such description rare!!!!! great bravo
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