To recall a memory
at sundown will be painful.
Moon doesn't agree.
*
I assemble the words,
to tell the truth of blood―
on your trembling hands.
*
What was invisible,
would be known to unknown.
You remain silent.
Satish Verma
at sundown will be painful.
Moon doesn't agree.
*
I assemble the words,
to tell the truth of blood―
on your trembling hands.
*
What was invisible,
would be known to unknown.
You remain silent.
Satish Verma
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