1 january 2020
Too Crowded Was Arena
I felt you, through your
words. Tight and
crisp. But you remained untouchable.
For thousand of years
a lity of valley
cried, to get a dove's cooing voice.
The musk deer will not
leave its domain. Some
poems were hungery of its hideout.
An ordinary day of fall
starts the inferno. Syllable
by syllable in colors.
The dilemma of drinking
the hemlock at one go.
How would I describe the ascending paralysis?
4 may 2024
Suffering Was RightSatish Verma
3 may 2024
M1absynt
3 may 2024
0305wiesiek
3 may 2024
I Was LostSatish Verma
1 may 2024
DogmaticallySatish Verma
30 april 2024
Justice PureSatish Verma
29 april 2024
AmnesiaSatish Verma
28 april 2024
Pan pokląskwa w ostatnichJaga
28 april 2024
CompromisedSatish Verma
27 april 2024
Uśmiech z trawkąJaga