Tasting Blood

satishverma

Point-blank you
kill the pigeons in cold
blood. Death stalks.

In broad daylight
I watch the green blood
of white bread.

The soul will not
listen the song of life.
Hope, do not go!

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 24th, 2016 23:01
  • Category: Nature
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  • almostdead

    Deep, I just threw some bread out for the birds it's night time, am I wrong?



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