satishverma
Holy Vision
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My god hurts me one day.
Divides the roses in half. Bodiless you come
in to kiss and leave the chapped lips.
Mercy for whom? The
wounds of love makes me search to trap
the honeybees like the stolen gem.
You give me your limbs
to walk on the paper and find a saviour
who always follows you in dark.
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