I moan the departure
of death,
which was sitting in the golden
throne after the vision.
It had been a waging
war between religion and sex.
You want to align with the
sect devising the bared gestures.
Was it a personal vendetta
of the god who led the thirsty
years of man? It was a lidless
Hibiscus who will not stop crying.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 11th, 2016 04:41
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
the misery of live V. death
very interesting piece of work. ww
The departure of death... death hangs around looking for an opportunity. I read it twice.
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