Shame!
I had started the fight.
I asked you to stay away
to interpret my integrity
of slaying the desire.
The sand will send the horse
back to home
without the rider.
A genuine poem will find
the coarse beach where the
body had left the bloody patch.
Should we ask the waves
not to cross our path
carrying a carcass of a dead fish?
Your profile was making
an arch for a perfect kiss
for the sake of a mirror.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 20th, 2017 22:34
- Category: Nature
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