Outraged film
and dirt life.
The descent was complete.
A shadow under the moon
walks past the lake,
comes out of the body.
Every dream
leaves an imprint on the glass.
Will never drink the moonlight again.
The blank surrender
alongside crutches
loses the tolerance of question marks.
Like my fear
enveloping you in blazing sun
for a candle.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2016 22:35
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Nice your words reverb
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