satishverma
The Marriage Without The Flames
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In paucity of love
You become the wanderer from one
beehive to another.
Ah, the kindness of the
moon was killing. I was collecting the
truths of non-existence.
Standing in the rain, the
guest does not enter my home. I will
remain what I was before dusk.
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