Some things left unsaid.
I will know you by tremors.
But will stand very still.
You need a space to
feel my lips in silent dark.
Birch had debt to pay.
There was no choice to
break from the past of Rafflesia,
you call corpse flower.
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satishverma (
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'You need a space to
feel my lips in silent dark.
Birch had debt to pay.'
(it is painful, when
we run, into our Tree
of Karma
kissing it, shock - smack
lip first
swivelling our heads
too, fast
from that past, we run from
to face
that future, we burden
with undoing, all our mistakes
in life..
and so
before Dawn has even risen
our Tomorrow's are corroded
by those yesterday's
we obsess over...!!!)
Thank you for choosing to share, Guru
Brilliant!
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