satishverma

In Wintering Pain

Category: /General/
(8 views)
Like
0
You disappear in your
looking glass, when sun rises in the glass
of water. The mystic pain becomes moon.

A silken body inhaled
the salt from the red rock. You will
climb blood stairs of predators.

Alone I stand on the
crumbling leaves making pathetic sounds
of summer's melting green love.

Favorite Favorite  Comment Comment  Share Share

Close

Copy Link and Share



Report an item by sharing it with support.
© individual authors and creators. Create, Share and Profit at etastic.com.

Add a Comment

Enter your comment and submit

© Copyright etastic and individual authors. All Rights Reserved.

Edit Comment

Edit your comment and submit

© Copyright etastic and individual authors. All Rights Reserved.