![]() Soothing CandorA Poem by Satish Verma![]() The absolute had become contentious.![]()
The absolute
had become contentious. You hit the road. * To find peace and unwholeness, which gives you, yearning. * The grand design fell short of easthen lamps. The warehouse was empty. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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