Vibrations
The paschal moon. It
had been involved in?
the palace intrigue.
Night had faulted, the
pain screams, when a scythe
becomes a prima donna.
You love to hate, kneading
the grass. Daisies were
waiting for the death dance to begin.
Ah, the honeysuckle has
a secret to share. Tonight
moon was coming for honeymoon.
The sap which had reached
the lips of viola, had once
burned the wings of the moth.
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016
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