You wanted to say
something, I was paper
and I was the ink.
Give me your dark
robe, I will stitch the moon
against the rainfall.
Last night it was a
blood soaked fight between
two smoking eyes.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 9th, 2021 19:21
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
Fantastic. I am very impressed. To say so much with so few words is a true talent. Please, keep it up.
Such powerful imagery and the second stanza so beautifully penned
never go to sleep angry, we agreed
and so
we've spent weeks, without sleep
so I'll hold the bell
you - pull the cord, we'll
ring-in our submission
at the same time;
and let the moon, spotlight
another's, stubborn romance...
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