Fabrics Of Our Love Poem by Satish Verma

Fabrics Of Our Love

With whom I
may talk. My greatest pain
is your love. Reading truth is valid.

Water survives in
fire. Like horses run in air
to have encounters with the arrows.

Passion was my
muse. The meaning becomes
my life. The mystery of love prints the paper.

Thursday, October 3, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: life,passion
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