Dark Skinned Love

satishverma

Winter will not go.
Yes it was my vengeance. Will wear the
ochre color. Look- where I have come.

Will you ever dance in
a triangle? The wisdom kills. How far
was the center? Lots of smoke.

Peel of the tangerine.
I want to see how much the moon bleeds.
Small words scream. Winter will not go.

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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    'Yes it was my vengeance. '
    'The wisdom kills.'
    'Peel of the tangerine.'
    'Small words scream.'
    'Look- where I have come.'
    'I want to see how much the moon bleeds.'
    'How far was the center?'
    'Lots of smoke.'
    'Winter will not go.'
    'Will you ever dance in a triangle?'
    'Will wear the ochre color.'
    'Dark Skinned Love'
    'Winter will not go.'



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