Silver Bleeds Red Poem by Satish Verma
Silver Bleeds Red
Rating: ★5.0
There was smoke
without a candle. I had been moved.
My gold rings sit on the moon.
I don't claim my pain.
The immaculate crime. I have not
taken the call. The end waits at the door.
I got you easy under
sacred tree. I am yet afraid of me.
The dry leaves carry the name of the tree.
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5/6/2024 11:00:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A well crafted poem.Very thought provoking.