satishverma
I Place My Hand on Your Head
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It is the apocalypse. My
poems are uncovered. There is
no difference between man and the beast.
The armageddon wakes me.
In palm deserts the flowers are not
the same. Predators are appearing.
Tear-washed faces have
become turtles. Blind and deaf.
Do you hear the sad violin?
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