Sparked eyes

Sparked eyes
and I frightened
cried a loud
and flyover the bridge.

This is the time
you have to cross.
I liked desert
having all my
belongings.

Like evening
I am waiting for
the sun that is
with me.

poem by Gajanan MishraReport problemRelated quotes
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