Eros Was Blind Poem by Satish Verma
Eros Was Blind
Coming of age. Sometimes
it disturbs. I will play with fire, in separating
flames. Sun was not cooling.
Dear love, I will never
cross the eros. The rage tells, someone
wants to be killed for no lie.
Eden was dying daily.
There were no questions to be discussed.
How does a knife separate the head from heart?
I will play with 🔥 in separating flames... insightful contemplation! 5 stars
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5/4/2024 9:30:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Coming of age with beautified situation. Eden was dying daily. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned.