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Silent Journey

The orange poem wanted to blunt the white moon, obliquely, liberating the sameness from the hands of twin souls. There was no invitation to jump from the immoral peaks when the fire broke out. A blue thorn in the flesh of a pink dawn explores the text of broken earth. Dust on dust writes a song of wings who would not take a flight. Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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