Who does she belong to?
Her pieces -
cracking,
fixing and
dying yet flying.
Wet woods and pendulums
screaming of silk sheets.
A river of dirt and fallen leaves,
and penny of her roses.
Knives and knives of the red -
a sword of her own,
eyes shining and the
smile for the misery of millions.
A kingdom of snapped colours.
A kingdom of the black bride.
~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...
