Was It A Warning?A Poem by Satish VermaWas It A Warning?
Celebrating spring
punctuated with an apostrophe. How much you owned your conscience, in deathly silence? Love was an execution drug. It works inside, not outside. When the hummingbird stops flying, would you get the nectar of pain? The myth of flying backward was true of destroying the ascension? You give me hope and insanity, making a bonfire of incomplete truths! © 2021 Satish Verma |
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