I take you today,
to test the fidelity,
my hypothermia.
Too far went my pain.
How to forget you?
Your were not you in my every poem.
The faces blend. I
only see my invested image
in dark.
The picture overlaps
completely― our past―
our future.
The time will teach you
the difference between love and
adoration for a bronze Buddha
or a dancing Shiva.
I turn away my face
from the giant screen showing a fall.
Alone with another god
you offer your virginity.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: February 26th, 2020 19:44
- Category: Nature
- Views: 8
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