Black Words
Mind behind polite mask
Spins strands of black words
The voice doesn’t weave the phrase
Lest the veil vanishes from the irate face.
If you say what you hide in the dark
I’ll turn it into red rose for you.
Would you then love me?
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March 23, 2023
For A Brian Strand Premiere No 1202 Contest
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2023
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