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Wrapped In Stigma

The heritage went for a sale. A tree stands denuded, after a nudie. An orange land hides the broken remains of terra cota. I wanted an earthen inkpot and a reed pen. There was a wounded word on the tongue. A dragonfly leaves the voracious appetite and skims on milk. Pulsating cleavage gets a prize. The salt lakes are full. A caged bird will not sing. Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 7/28/2016 10:25:00 AM
Lovely images! Not sure what you are writing about. Second stanza is my favorite!
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