Exiting Self

The glass eye looks
at moon, caves in moonlight,
to hurl the flames.


Bright pink will have
collision effect on you
to lose me at dawn.


No grass, no palms in
path of self-immolation,
when sun was cooling.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2022 19:37
  • Category: Nature
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