satishverma
I Will Remain Silent
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Placed on the end of
writing, unactivated every love
smells the extraordinary roses.
Looking at the moon,
I was searching my genre, chipping
away at the rock to chisel a goddess.
Lighthouses dim. Everything
is in dark. Water has the right to
evaporate. Where the words would float?
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