BlendingA Poem by Satish VermaLion's tooth, dandelion in dead winter,
Lion's tooth, dandelion
in dead winter, holds on to your dress. * for warmth. The oranges are not meant for sale. * The obituary was short and sweet. When would you die for me? * Wolves in white, were very smart. A rose, red rose for every martyr. * Behind the bars you try to catch the sky for the lilies. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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