It was a cosmic massacre.
But the business of god goes on.
Let the clampdown begin on the roses.
It is a war of eyes.
Relentless. Did you come from the moon?
Only stone structures are left in the lake.
Why did you stand against
the fire?. The blood dries up in the veins.
and the memory pricks the ocean.
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Author:
satishverma (
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Comments1
'The blood dries up
in the veins.
and the memory pricks
the ocean.'
if my poetic journey ends
with me having written a single line
as profound as the ones I highlighted
it would have all been worth it...
thanks for choosing to share
your poetic genius, Guru!
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