Nightmares of the smile
and a bookshelf of the dust.
Her wound so skin deep,
of the place where the
scorpions sleep.
The tsunami of words and
drought of cracks.
Her petals and thorns,
drenched with sun.
Under the waves, her throat still
remains thirsty.
~ Sampurna
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Poetry♚ ❛ Juliet, Tell me what is it like to vanquish - When you tossed the coin, And stepped on the battleground, With the accent of swords. Still you stand, Hands dripping of sin. In search of Romeo, You killed, And killed, And died. ❜ { Highest rank in...
