The decay has―
killed the dream songs,
of shut mouths.
Trees were rolling
down on beach
when hurricane collapsed.
It was raining,
carbs and limbs, when
clouds gathered.
You love the
potholes, underground
caves, to hide cardinal sins.
Satish Verma
killed the dream songs,
of shut mouths.
Trees were rolling
down on beach
when hurricane collapsed.
It was raining,
carbs and limbs, when
clouds gathered.
You love the
potholes, underground
caves, to hide cardinal sins.
Satish Verma
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