The cut
inside me
aches in pulses-
up, down & up
A sinner's mercy
Sometimes
one's existence
is else's pain.
is all I await.
An encrypted clue is all
you deny to unveil.An encrypted clue is all
Sometimes
one's existence
is else's pain.
3 comments:
Is this the painting painted by you? A nice poem..
Well well!! Would wait for your new work rather more of your work....
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