27 marca 2014
WHAT HAS TO STAY
Like I want to erase the fear
before I light a remote fire
in the blue veins.
Actually this was the crisis of self pride
in manic depression
seeking the anonymity of toes
tracing the footpath.
Becoming a paper-boat
in the winds of flesh and fancies
on the choppy sea of death.
No spinal pain for candles
to burn in courtyard
of sunken faith.
Red grapes in a tiny bowl
leap to lips of sun
for sons and daughters. Ajmer, INDIA
Satish Verma
14 maja 2025
Toya
14 maja 2025
Bezka
14 maja 2025
Misiek
13 maja 2025
marka
13 maja 2025
marka
13 maja 2025
marka
13 maja 2025
marka
13 maja 2025
marka
13 maja 2025
wiesiek
13 maja 2025
Eva T.