Strange Echoes

a kiss on lips, returns with a blunt style, in perfumed demeanor ! i did not hear with absolute eyes, a captive in chained feet, for self-defence; all the shades of red were walking on ocean, a black skull glides: the night fills in pores- the gale, kills the black bucks, poachers were on run ! in telling, the wizard entices, you will never know full toll of civil war: he turns down a gift of speech; words and whistles were surreal echoes and I see a sword like nose SATISH VERMA