What A Cut

satishverma

One moon was yours,
one moon was mine I am very
agitated by Ars Poetica.

At the south of the pain
you were becoming my shadow writing
on the terra cotta, temple love was combed.

The tyrant cyclone brings
a beautiful dark moon, and I am
ready to become a martyr.

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  • LaurašŸŒ»

    satishverma,

    Ready to be freeā€¦
    Ready to be meā€¦
    Ready to be thee.

    LaurašŸŒ»

  • L. B. Mek

    what a worthy dedication
    to one of my all-time favourite poets,
    I read and learn, Guru
    thank you!



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