You make history,
for not being ego-driven―
but taking in, poison
of blue necks.
I will ask you now,
to come home. This was
an instant hybrid effect.
When you appear in disguises
to conceal your love, I will
know what was your religion.
The flesh and bones revolt. You
tremble and crash like violent
waves on the beach.
The particulars waver.
You want to turn a new leaf,
lighting the earthen lamp at the door.
There was no ending
of night in moving sun eclipse.
I was behind the moon.
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Author:
satishverma (
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Comments2
Good write, S.
just wow!
I can't help but feel so inadequate, when being a witness to so much talent, lol
thank you, for choosing to share: Guru!
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