Vision impaired.
The fear crawls in your poems―
for lynx-eyed words.
*
Hounded light wears
a mask to rip off the thespian.
Time was my collateral.
*
Who was the reddest in―
rose, blaze and ruby? Will you
pick the color for me?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 1st, 2022 22:09
- Category: Nature
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