Unwritten AffairA Poem by Satish VermaUnwritten Affair
This was eerie
in blue seizures. Half-mother was ready to defend. The sun, spins the hot ash overnight. The waste land will never answer. You wake and lose the rare event of alchemy. Gold turns to base metal. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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Added on July 10, 2023 Last Updated on July 10, 2023 |

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