Listen to wind in
dark. I was hurting myself
not to kiss black rose.
*
There was blood under
the eyes for writing unknown
truths about a fall.
*
Time was not for myths.
The traveler resumes journey
to meet failed god!
Satish Verma
dark. I was hurting myself
not to kiss black rose.
*
There was blood under
the eyes for writing unknown
truths about a fall.
*
Time was not for myths.
The traveler resumes journey
to meet failed god!
Satish Verma
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