satishverma
My Long Walks
Category: /General/
(438 views)
0
With stoned eyes 
I gather the baby clouds
to search for old moon.
Being or not a being,
walking on the white sands
looking for blood spots.
Forgive your bones
which take you to forshaken
god, of bitter truths.
Favorite Favorite Comment Comment Share Share
Report an item by sharing it with support.
© individual authors and creators. Create, Share and Profit at etastic.com.