Of Innocence And Black Magic Poem by Satish Verma

Of Innocence And Black Magic



The evil city? You
become the smallest
light.

The lamb did not save
the godman. I was
praying loudly.

It was falling apart.
The concept, the belief
the palace.

Years roll by. Until
the priest was shot down
on the street.

You marvel at the
turning of the mountain.
How do you climb down the salt?

Wednesday, April 20, 2016
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Edward Kofi Louis 20 April 2016

Years roll by! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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