Trying to face fiction,
poetry was falling apart
between the glasses.
Telltale signs betray
ghostwalking of the black stones.
Sculptor coming up.
Moonrise will decide the
fate of lovers. Nobody was
ready to tie the knot.
Satish Verma
poetry was falling apart
between the glasses.
Telltale signs betray
ghostwalking of the black stones.
Sculptor coming up.
Moonrise will decide the
fate of lovers. Nobody was
ready to tie the knot.
Satish Verma
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