Saturday, April 17, 2021

Silver Bleeds Red Comments

Rating: 5.0

There was smoke
without a candle. I had been moved.
My gold rings sit on the moon.
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Satish Verma
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Rose Marie Juan-austin 17 April 2021

A well crafted poem.Very thought provoking.

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