In Surrealism Poem by Satish Verma
In Surrealism
Rating: ★5.0
My inguinal pain,
watching mating of moons,
at bank of tears.
Would you come to
ask the sun not to throw the
sparks in the eyes.
Will wait in twilight
for the blueness in moon.
Then give a call.
Monday, March 4, 2019
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Julia Luber
04 March 2019
timing his moves according to the moon's temperament- very poetic
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5/5/2024 5:56:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A magnificent poetic expression, Satish.....10+++++++++++++