25 july 2021
Lips And Wordless Miracle
What if the sword
leaves and purple eyes
of Iris become apocalyptic?
It would be for me― the arrow,
leaving from the arched
bows of goddess of rainbow.
Wearing a tiara, of
golden lotuses, in eerie morning
the sun was rising.
Dawn commits a
genuine sin. Wakes me up
to dig the past for bones of faithless truth.
The silent ocean has
a job to do. Turn me blue in
iced mercy without any smile.
Baked and browned, the
priest, marries a virgin to a ghost.
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