Purple BleedsA Poem by Satish VermaPurple Bleeds
Untied I set myself
free. You pass on― the moon by lips. If you cheat the words, they become your strange, noiseless adversaries. The prison has no keys. You can come out and go back. Night unmakes the walls. Perhaps, one day I will meet my craft of oriental track of drowning in your silent eyes. Pink death of setting sun takes away all the glory of seasoned smile. Slowly Venus will dip in twilight sky! © 2022 Satish Verma |
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