Soul Mate

satishverma

You were wired, I
won't let you go with zinnias
in this beastly night.

I hate them all, the
ad verbums. Go gently in sea
to drown yourself.

That half-eaten apple
in the rains brings the message
of a fallen angel.

Take me home when I
forget, who was me, standing
in moonlight, eyes shut.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 27th, 2019 21:38
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 7
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