The Face In Flames
Category: /General/Salt-of-the lips.
You never know, how it hurts
It was not the might
of divinity, when you sentence
the child for blasphemy.
I would not kiss the―
stone, where the blood stained
the sun. Grey halo was collapsing.
It was the helplessness
of the river, accepting the guilt
of sunken boat.
Again I recite your name
in sleep. The sting was as cruel
as the tongue.
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