Blood Stained Poem by Satish Verma

Blood Stained



For a long time
I will look at you
to find my image.

In the grainy morn―
the frivolity,
dithers.

Thrown from the roof
a cluster of flowers
for vanity.

Friday, January 1, 2016
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Edward Kofi Louis 01 January 2016

The pains of life. Nice work.

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