satishverma

Exiting Self

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

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

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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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