You were urging
yourself to hold my hand
in flames.
Always staying with
cipher to know my price
trading my skill.
Life on the terms
of tall claims, I will
not leave you in the jungle
of horns.
You want to wear
my life, giving your soul.
How would you define the relationship?
A path will not
forget you ever, where you fell
to become a marigold.
Time demands loyalty.
I have no other religion.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 9th, 2020 20:13
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
I like this, but especially love the last two stanzas.
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