My poems do not reach
you. Night still burns my heart,
and undresses my wounds.
Half-human in the
pages of epics. I find faces of leopards
digging the tombs with gloved hands.
Do I frighten you my
love? My clairvoyance shows my hands
tearing away all the pages of history.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: June 19th, 2021 21:17
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
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Good writing, but I don't get the nomenclature 😅
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