Corrosion Poem by Satish Verma

Corrosion



Some things left unsaid.
I will know you by tremors.
But will stand very still.

You need a space to
feel my lips in silent dark.
Birch had debt to pay.

There was no choice to
break from the past of Rafflesia,
you call corpse flower.

Sunday, January 28, 2018
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Bernard F. Asuncion 29 January 2018

Satish, such a brilliant write👍👍👍

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