Visionary

satishverma

At lake point
I had yet to kiss you.

I always said to
you. Age would never
give clemency.

I must subject
myself for scrutiny.
Where did the math go wrong?

The temple, a
shrine. A viper always
waited.

Tell me, would
you ever sign the will
to let go the rope?

Moon and sea, will
maintain the distance.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 26th, 2023 20:16
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 2


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