Time to think.
You bring handwritten
testament with mistakes.
I exist because
you were there. Between
sun and moon, there
was no controversy.
I was knitting
my life near hornets nest.
Words betray the anguish,
giving credit to hemlock.
Disempowered
in shadows, I become
my own rival to fight
green snakes.
In sleepwalking
you discover the blind
walls. All blood-stained skulls
start rolling.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: December 5th, 2023 20:12
- Category: Nature
- Views: 1
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