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by Satish Verma Jan 4, 2017 category : Nature, environment / nature
It was a broken lamp, the orphean tragedy. You were found sexless in a naked bowl. Making love on hay the moon crashed/on moonstones. Memory of shells tossed on bed of roses/was still alive. The divine leaf falls/opens the scars of plums. Immoral, a white tiger pounces on a rimless scream. Covered with crocus you break the brown hills. Through touch I meet you in dark. My green hands hold you in folded palms like a firefly.