A Word From The Sky Poem by Satish Verma
A Word From The Sky
Are we at the edge
of disappearing? Pink pain. No
voice still. I sell my soul to god.
The crisp toes, write
my name on the beach. I am not
going to sit on the flames.
The escape from the
prisms. No more love will proceed.
I will become a stranger to myself.
Thursday, January 26, 2023
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