Walk on the fuming cinders
and meet the sun,
on the other side, where dreaming
starts and also ends.
Your belonging had a
price. I wanted to
seek the explanation, from the
mauled stars in sky.
The mind goes dumb and blank.
I don't remember me.
Circuitry tends to break
the tender relationship.
Trying to heal the cracks in walls.
I watch myself waiting avidly,
for something to happen,
after I swapped my
song with your tears.
The hawk was ready to
stoop on the trembling dove.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 5th, 2022 20:12
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
I liked your poem, I thought it was beautifully written.
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