Still the blood flows.
like the smoke. the words fly away.
You have taken away my peace.
I need a tiger poem.
You will not share your hidden
pain. Are you a fugitive god?
You cannot change the
world. The hedgehogs would not
alter the neighbourhood of snakes.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻, James Michael, L. B. Mek
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Comments2
Satishverma,
To our dismay, “the neighbourhood of snakes” will always be there.
Laura🌻
much better than that 'Tyger, tyger' poem
the world loves endlessly
in my humble, although controversial opinion lol
as-ever, I read and learn: Guru!
(a hedgehog
for a fugitive God
amongst the snakes, swarming
this tiger poetry, we
painstakingly, rhyme scarlet
with every syllable
we, shamefully hide in the white
of our write's'...)
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