My Silver BleedsA Poem by Satish VermaMy Silver Bleeds
Life slips through
pores of skin, and eyes of all needles. A fawn doesn't know how to go back home after losing the track. Did you ever go in the den of wild cats to offer immaculacy? © 2024 Satish Verma |
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Added on April 3, 2024 Last Updated on April 3, 2024 |

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