Echinacea Poem by Satish Verma

Echinacea



Every kiss has a
price. I love you green.
O magnolia I have nine lives.

This was the magic
of drooping eyes under the
sparks of swaying moon.

Who says god was
very cruel. The goddess was
making beautiful dolls.

Tuesday, June 2, 2020
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