![]() Stalking The SpringA Poem by Satish Verma![]() Stalking The Spring![]()
O black rose, why you
smell the body of a young fawn after the run? The sweat was sensual. You want to kiss the burning coals of brown eyes. You always surprise me in dark moon to put up a savage fight. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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