satishverma
Do Not Throw The Moon
Category: /General/
(141 views)
0
My poems do not reach
you. Night still burns my heart,
and undresses my wounds.
Half-human in the
pages of epics. I find faces of leopards
digging the tombs with gloved hands.
Do I frighten you my
love? My clairvoyance shows my hands
tearing away all the pages of history.
Favorite Favorite Comment Comment Share Share
Report an item by sharing it with support.
© individual authors and creators. Create, Share and Profit at etastic.com.