Scarring

Scarring

A Poem by Satish Verma
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The pungent smoke. Someone was burning

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The pungent smoke. 
Someone was burning 
the wet rhymes. 



A wilted rose 
on the red lips of dawn, 
facing the moon. 



The malicious 
darkness, you drink, 
to welcome the sun.

© 2017 Satish Verma


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Added on March 22, 2017
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