In Deep Dark


The troubled mind
seeks boundless words
for eccentricity.

You grab the hidden
kiss. Give me the smile
of a mooned heart.

At dusk you will talk
with eyes, trembling hands
igniting dry tips.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 1st, 2024 20:56
  • Category: Nature
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