The dead sea
and the naked soul.
You are not worthy
of forgiveness. The smell
of sweaty soles
tells it all.
You dust the window
to read the green moon
and turn off the forest
of dark faces.
It is critical time
to collect the body
after falling from gray
humor of beliefs.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Truly beautiful imagery that really made me stop and think, exceedingly well done, look forward to seeing more.
-W. G. Simms
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