The Myths Poem by Satish Verma

The Myths



Accepting the way,
you are going to rise
winning me over.

O moon, don't take my
blue shadow with you tonight.
Let the slaughter begin.

My ancient pain
was my lover. Gave me an
eternal living.

Saturday, October 7, 2017
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