Time Kills Me Blue Poem by Satish Verma

Time Kills Me Blue



When you laugh, your
eyes spill magic. What you did
not give me is raining.

Triumph of sorrow. For my
muse, the pain was deep and virgin.
I was not ready to repeat empty words.

The iris is blooming.
I drink your love. God was not
interested to give me moon.

Sunday, December 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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