On my tongue and
skin, your salt burns.
My anxiety brings
the moon to become a witness
on eleventh day of fasting.
Renunciation had failed.
Clay soldiers continue to fight
the dream ghosts.
The body goes back to―
untouched soul.
No language will describe
the kiss of death.
Unbroken thorns
will not give up. Catching your sleeves
they will beg you to come back.
An untainted candle
refuses to burn in the bed
of roses. You never knew, when
did you become water.
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satishverma (
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ANGELA HERE ~ Good Morning SATISH ~ Thanks for an excllent & intriguing Poem ! 71% of the Earths Surface are covered by the OCEANS and they are all intimately connected by the WATER CYCLE ! Once the OCEANS were formed LIFE on Earth could begin ~ AMEN The ambient Temperature on the Earths Surface is now 16C. It is that that keeps the Oceans Liquid and a great reservoir of WATER to sustain all LIFE ON EARTH 24/7 !
Blessings & Peace & Love
Angela & Brian ! ! !
wonderful! just that title alone is worth the entry fee, but then you go-on to weave this jaggedly tentative - yet gripping song, calling out for something whilst musing its virtues:
'On my tongue and
skin, your salt burns.'
'Unbroken thorns
will not give up. Catching your sleeves
they will beg you to come back.'
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