satishverma
Thoughts In Wind
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Talking to you 
in a dream, shadow of
my lips falls on your
face.
It was a strange
knowingness.
You wanted to give
a name to my
unborn poem.
To live was to kill
the moons, asking nothing
from sun, becoming
yourself a flame.
Something you could
do. Put faith in me
and go, pluck
the roses.
My vessel was empty.
I am pouring in some
brainy thoughts to woo you.
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