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Soaked In Glory

The plunging line was? going deeper, cutting close to the bone. I was preparing myself to be martyred alive. Prod me viciously, my love, I want to die in your arms before the dawn. It should be too good to be true for you. Waterbirds. They are ready to take a flight. Petal by petal, sun will send you the message. I am going to fade away in moonlight. Water hyacinth had the death secret. Knife me gently. I will meet my Apollo in dark. Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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