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by Satish Verma Jan 16, 2020 category : Nature, environment / nature
You drape me, with wet kisses O moon. I will not forget you in freezing rain. At dangerous arch, blue-veined- milk in milk has made me red. The ecstasy digs out the hidden lyric, I would never sing. Will you find any questions, to defeat the- intimacy of a rape? A hurt here, a bruise there, my faded shirt covers the poems.