Who was the predator?
A moon or the sun in the dark? Life demands
full justice for a fallen tear from the brown eye.
Accrued to the temple
wall. Sleep with me I tell the poem
for you. The book is on fire.
Hibiscus again looks at
me drinking from my cupped hands
shaking violently without wind. Rest is history.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: April 19th, 2021 20:13
- Category: Nature
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