Scarring

satishverma

The pungent smoke.
Someone was burning
the wet rhymes.

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A wilted rose
on the red lips of dawn,
facing the moon.

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The malicious
darkness, you drink,
to welcome the sun.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 24th, 2015 23:42
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 5
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