Blue CastlesA Poem by Satish VermaBlue Castles
Your lips go dry, when
body twirls to catch a kiss. The sting ever asks. Unshackled, you will come to become prisoner of a seething sun. Visiting city of orphanages, you cross the high rise asylum. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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Added on March 6, 2024 Last Updated on March 6, 2024 |

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