Deep Echoes Poem by Satish Verma

Deep Echoes

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Your jasmines smile, when
you handover a bunch to me.
It makes you win my lips.

I do not know how
you turn roses pink, when
I hold your hand under the moon.

In an esoteric way, love
will make the words disappear.
The cage was always empty.

Saturday, December 31, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: lips,pink
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Rob Lamberton 01 January 2023

"I do not know how you turn roses pink"

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