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Enemy was within;
invisible,
biting into iris.

Sea was asking,
would you like to sign
on my waves ?

I was carrying
the relics. Body wants
to take revenge.

Lifting a kiss
from your lips.
O my death,

I am 
living again;
changing the clothes.

A swarm of honey bees
was decending,
near a volcano.



Satish Verma
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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