The orange poem
wanted to blunt the white
moon, obliquely,
liberating the sameness
from the hands of
twin souls.
There was no invitation
to jump from the immoral peaks
when the fire broke out.
A blue thorn
in the flesh of a pink dawn
explores the text of broken earth.
Dust on dust
writes a song of wings
who would not take a flight.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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