KryptosA Poem by Satish VermaMoving on death trek, standing near the stonehenge,
Moving on death trek,
standing near the stonehenge, the hunger for immortality begins to kill. The summer solstice is there. It could hinge on the bones. Sometimes it takes all your life to know what do you want? Somatic. The flesh refuses to go down on the divine path. The urge was very strong to go hegemonic. Blue stones, walk with pagans and druids were coming back. I am not sure whom do I believe I start an inward odyssey again. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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Added on July 7, 2016 Last Updated on July 7, 2016 |

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