The BluesA Poem by Satish VermaSuch were the times. You wanted to become sane
Such were the times.
You wanted to become sane after losing the mind. * A death trap" looking in the rear mirror. The first word you spoke. * The ugly turn of the events. This November a moon eclipse. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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Added on August 4, 2017 Last Updated on August 4, 2017 |

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