A place of glass eyes.
Fire in fire, flames on flames. The
question arises. An ocean will help?
Sometimes you come braless.
O moon you take a bath in the eyes
of innovated love.
The vespa, it stings badly.
Will you say something. O my beautiful
eyes, why only one eye weeps?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
because Love, stings
and yet, even one-eyed
we simply: can't resist...
another brilliant poem, Guru
as ever, I read and learn
thank you!
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