Perversion

satishverma

Again. The search
will start
for the virgin truth.

Unseen. The invisible
character, unfolds
a bipolar paradox.

So far. I have come
groping in dark
for a terpsichare.

Spineless. You
fly in the wordless
blues of the veins.

The underbelly
was smooth, tied with a
criminal moon.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 3rd, 2017 22:28
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 5
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