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by Satish Verma Oct 21, 2021 category : Nature, environment / nature
You wanted to possess me and I sought to drink the stars. An optics? Tears and blood. Lynching. I ask the moon, have you ever been kissed? You hold my hands and laugh, heartily, throwing back your thick, black interlaced braid. The radical, retrograde… white space in between, I watch the falling snow, covering my thoughts with silverberries. This was the unspoken, untying love between a mortal and a celestial being!