How deep was
the lake at sunset―
where my life trailed
from beach to beach?
My animal inside
was dead.
Do you believe in
reincarnation?
I will embrace the non-violent
palm.
It was the carnage
of moment. The brutality of
its strength casts spell.
There was a quick
about-face. Dark night
will paint your face
with stars.
Becoming a drunk
survivor of your grace
I am blunting
my pain.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 20th, 2021 19:17
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
'It was the carnage of moment.
The brutality of its strength
casts spell.
There was a quick about-face.
Dark night
will paint your face, with stars.'
(a great write
thanks for sharing, dear Poet)
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