I am carrying nothing.
This is something, before I disappear
from daunting dreams and snow.
Rowing in the circles.
Ambivalent? Was there a love constant?
Stay as a poet I ask the moon.
It was explicit. Insane flesh?
Why do you hold on in the dark. The
pain does not go, curdling fear.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 24th, 2021 20:07
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
milk of our Truth's
as sinew threads, bridging
our nightmares and realities
these: curdled Fear's
we Knowingly, surrender to...
(thanks for sharing, Guru!
and inspiring,
my little scribbled reply)
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