Amour Propre Poem by Satish Verma

Amour Propre



Was revisiting
to quiet the moon in pink rage
crying in faithful arms.

Through the soul, I will
arrive in poems to shine
the bunch of roses.

Hauling oneself to
face the mirror in twilight,
with salt of the sea.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017
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