20 November, 2020

Dust To Dust

Eyes go wet.
A tale of two halves in lieu of
two murders, like reading Pablo Neruda.

Sylvia, I always loved you.
You listened to everything and
laughed hilariously slipping Dylan Thomas.

How do I reach your sacred
soul, because I love no one else 
to take me to unknown path.

Satish Verma

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