A Very Simple AdverbialA Poem by Satish VermaA Very Simple Adverbial
I didn't want it any more.
In pain footprints, I will not replace your gift for any blood money. The angelic profile had no deadly option, only to dip into your eyes water. The moon fell for the thief, who stole away the smile of purple lips. What else was your dream, when god made it to your house for begging pardon? Hunting in the clouds a poem was searching a beautiful title. Why did you come in the way? © 2021 Satish Verma |
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