Poem by Dina Satika
Moon’s sphere spearhead night
Closed my eyes, Dreamed thy breeze
My rapture glance ‘em all
Graze life into thy green shine
Starring straight to the furrow
Am I treading to the burrow
Or thy gentle beauty scorch the sorrow
Gosh, I really don’t know
Day by day thy shadow enters
Tickle my soul thy longing
Close my eyes to thy sloppiness
Gosh, Completely insane my longing!
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