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Poems :  From The Flames
Tags: Life  
 
Under your eyes
shadows, my poems curl up.
When do I call you?

From wires, tiny drops
of dew hang perilously.
Sun was going to kiss.

First I take you, then
I will cry for the last time.
Going to meet the gods.



Satish Verma

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Date 2019/4/10 2:05:30
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