Like a shadow
you were always
with me to meet the
biblical terror.
Hugging the function
of whole-being, I drive you
to do a crazy triangle
interpreting the universe.
The metaphors
were changing daily to
describe the unethical
slaughter of hymns.
I will not pray
to live in this circus.
The little pain grows.
Writing poems for you
calculating the risk
of becoming an angel.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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