Over Across

don’t go there
don’t speak to that man,
come back return.

today you are like sea waves, lashing on the beach,
today your heart is full of sand………..

afternoon’s red sun,
a word……….au revoir……
it comes to mind
night’s silence, wind dances with forest fire……

did you find your heart’s quietness?
in listening to a dead man’s tale, untold……

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Laya Sarath
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🙂 Good one sir..

ammu sachariah
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Well written. I loved it.

Nikita Mehendiratta
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Deep thoughts.

Debabani
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A well written poem.

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