Deep blue, almost black,
sadness.
Being,
my ache of existence.
Eyes, no body in focus.
A grey cloud
rowing the moon
amidst red stars.
Bronzed tongue
digs the spirit
out of flesh
behind the shadows.
Alone me
in unlived house of rags,
looking beyond the walls
other side of tomorrow.
Satish Verma
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Comments1
the imagery is both eye opening and intriguing. bronzed tongue digs the spirit ouf of flesh behind the shadows... awesome!
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