You wear a cult.
I come nude of veneration.
O god how you want
to be adored in dark?
Petrified I am
fighting the flames of hate
and jealousy. A merciless
sun won't cool down.
Come on my love,
it is time to talk. Honeybee
hive is swaying in storm.
Want to bite?
Amnesia. Age was
taking its toll. I don't remember
my face. The nameless god
will not join.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 18th, 2024 19:57
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Enigmatic in its metaphor it shines with depth as two mirrors juxtaposed. Nicely done
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