Unborn Visions Poem by Satish Verma

Unborn Visions

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Vicious, we are going farther
from each other to sensationalize
the sting of a rare kiss.

An algorithm makes a
new pattern to live. When you
come I like walking moss.

The white ash gives
birth to who you are. There was
only one book which broke the centuries.

Wednesday, July 27, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: birth
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