19 may 2020
Irrelevantly
To drink the sea,
spilled over
from your eyes was not an easy task.
It was getting
dark, outside.
Inside an eternal flame
of separation
was flickering.
About the consent
of owning
privacy of truth,
I withdraw
my comments.
Now no shroud was needed
to cover the naked body.
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