No, no― I will not
keep any hope.
First thing will be
a breakdown. To cleanse myself.
Then― burn the cenotaph
of black bridge.
The fringe vocabulary
repeats the axe's argument.
You can kill a star without
dust and slogans.
You were thirsty. Don't
drink large tears of
sky. No sun, no moon was
worthy of witnessing a
fall of pride.
The evil thoughts. Do
they come on their own? You
did not try to invite them?
I will not purchase the gift
of reading your mind.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: June 3rd, 2020 19:53
- Category: Nature
- Views: 7
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