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Handmade20 november 2023
Asking Myself
You walk in air
without leaving footprints,
giving me nothing.
In the sound of
dry leaves, I search nothing
in abstention.
Who had molested
the white moon in rains
of the sacred land?
20 november 2023
You walk in air
without leaving footprints,
giving me nothing.
In the sound of
dry leaves, I search nothing
in abstention.
Who had molested
the white moon in rains
of the sacred land?