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.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 5th, 2016 22:39
- Category: Nature
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