Dissolving Holiness

satishverma

Becoming blind
in lightless depth;
between the faults
we meet.

Moving the wheels.
I was the sound; -
spreading across the
unspoken epiphany.

Flirting with inevitable
doom, you crash on
the poems of –
raging green.

A tongue wants a
novelty of death,
in the arms of
the frozen light.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 22nd, 2017 19:53
  • Category: Nature
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  • Dford1

    Nice flow!



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