Trending the nude prints,
life had been dismissive,
plucking the gray hairs from brows.
Manipulating the dopamine
the body’s odour
wafted through the cluttering limbs.
Charcoal underlines the
need of a wounded dove.
What else one needs from grain and water.
The tears will sew the lids
one day. I don’t want
to churn the sea again.
The dogfish comes on the
shores for a rebuttal.
It had never led a dog’s life.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: November 9th, 2016 22:51
- Category: Nature
- Views: 14
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