An alien feeling
of weird dreams
whirling in eddies
of thoughts.
Vertigo.
I snapped at moon,
bursting on to pow wow
at phallic rocks.
The God was kind enough
blessed the knife
which fell in lake
without noise.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 8th, 2016 22:14
- Category: Nature
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