28 April, 2024

Praise My Stones

Where do I go
to ask for death. It is very cheap.
Honey, honey - do not go to bees.

What is the pain of
price, if you have empty hands?
Life always punctures the bubble.

And kiss the sun
to punish the moon. So cool that frozen
heart, that it does not leak blood.

Satish Verma

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