No Room

satishverma

Trapped necklace:
after a kiss of bee
to find the hive.

Honey spills from the
urns. I wet my moons in night.
Wind snatches a sun.

Let's go back to bricks
for the moral blindness of
king without crown.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 5th, 2016 22:39
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 4
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