Learning the script
of death, scarred by the
things of nature.
From one key to another
the transitional smile
shows the inherited strength
of ancient weep.
I adore you because I don't
love myself. The self-affliction
is to understand how a lamb feels
under the knife of a butcher.
The beast, that impales
its prey on the thorns, while
singing a melody, to become
a companion of dancing god.
There was no antithesis between fangs and stings.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: June 2nd, 2020 20:07
- Category: Nature
- Views: 11
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