We

Aug 29, 20241 min read

By Amey Vikrama Singh

Moon and I will never be strangers as we

are the appearances which people seek,

But not the heart which they feel,

Still breathing as we please,

Grateful cause we are not heartless at

least,

From books we flee,

In that wonderland winds go through

pine trees.

By Amey Vikrama Singh

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