Polis intercepts
the palace, grieving on the
body of an old horse.
You don't appear of
this world, with your invisible
wings of majenta flames.
Listen now soundlessly
I drink hawthorn daily for the
sake of unborn poems.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 19th, 2022 21:08
- Category: Nature
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