Through the elements of fear in faith 
you become vulnerable to conversing legends. 
The reclining god was stolen from the temple 
for a weeping skull. 
Red clover will interrogate the blurred sky 
for domestic violence of dark themes. Ashes 
in a terracotta urn were not involved 
of a body disrobed. A prosaic 
flight of birds was circling around a humpback 
sleeping on a lone bench.There were no qualms 
in valley of ebbing coat of arms. 
You want to coax the nuts and screws 
to shut the thousand windows. 
A pinhole camera may not be able to capture the light.
Satish Verma
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