Enemy was within;
invisible,
biting into iris.
Sea was asking,
would you like to sign
on my waves?
I was carrying
the relics. Body wants
to take revenge.
Lifting a kiss
from your lips.
O my death,
I am
living again;
changing the clothes.
A swarm of honey bees
was decending,
near a volcano.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 12th, 2016 00:19
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Real cool poem, I just felt I was robbed. Waiting and waiting on the end that never came. Great poem though. VaV-VOOM!
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