Violent FlawsA Poem by Satish VermaYou call an all night truce of all stripes in moonlight.
You call an all night truce
of all stripes in moonlight. Only milk will flow in dark. * The violets had a secret to tell. Tonight the moon will appear red after meditation. * A single parent, gay, has come to stay in line to accept his godless defeat. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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