Was revisiting
to quiet the moon in pink rage
crying in faithful arms.
Through the soul, I will
arrive in poems to shine
the bunch of roses.
Hauling oneself to
face the mirror in twilight,
with salt of the sea.
Satish Verma
to quiet the moon in pink rage
crying in faithful arms.
Through the soul, I will
arrive in poems to shine
the bunch of roses.
Hauling oneself to
face the mirror in twilight,
with salt of the sea.
Satish Verma
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