Wearing a skin
where flesh had melted
in blankness.
The moon was sitting
on window
parting the curtains
The sunset
accepts the death
as final verdict
Small scholars
will find out the pain
of molesting.
Estrogen untamed
on street
rises in arches.
Satish Verma
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Comments1
loved the visuals..GREAT!
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