There was nothing to
do, except moon gazing, by
us, shades apart.
*
The words drink tears
and dreams had a satanic touch.
Curse within a curse.
*
The sands of time slip.
Past inspires the present,
of unholy future.
Satish Verma
do, except moon gazing, by
us, shades apart.
*
The words drink tears
and dreams had a satanic touch.
Curse within a curse.
*
The sands of time slip.
Past inspires the present,
of unholy future.
Satish Verma
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