Exodus

satishverma

In memoirs, 
I send you my poems, 
from this insane world. 
You can hurt me again. 

Like a stone 
of an unknown, I will 
wait for you, for a potency 
climb to understand the resurrection. 

Life will extract its price 
from you when you 
are passing through a burning 
heap of skeletons. 

Your unending romp was 
over. Night was getting ready 
to wear a ceremonial gown at 
the wedding of the genius loci. 

Moon starts licking his wounds.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 2nd, 2019 20:05
  • Category: Nature
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  • Users favorite of this poem: LaurašŸŒ»
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  • LaurašŸŒ»

    An Exceptional write...
    as always!
    Thereā€™s always a price...
    to live oneā€™s life!



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