You come like undersea
quake, hitting
the sleeping moon.
No headlines,
no bleeding hearts,
just masochism.
Drinking angst
and spirit, from― a
Venus in exile.
After holy scripts
drifting out
with battle scars.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 31st, 2019 19:39
- Category: Nature
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