May 2020
There was no one
at my back. A very tall moon
stitches your name.
I wash your body
in tears to the concept
of undying love-
When the light goes,
trees start falling to pay
homage to roots.
at my back. A very tall moon
stitches your name.
I wash your body
in tears to the concept
of undying love-
When the light goes,
trees start falling to pay
homage to roots.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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