Polis intercepts
the palace, grieving on the
body of an old horse.
You don't appear of
this world, with your invisible
wings of majenta flames.
Listen now soundlessly
I drink hawthorn daily for the
sake of unborn poems.
Satish Verma
the palace, grieving on the
body of an old horse.
You don't appear of
this world, with your invisible
wings of majenta flames.
Listen now soundlessly
I drink hawthorn daily for the
sake of unborn poems.
Satish Verma
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