The red cherries. <br />You ask me to taste also <br />the acidic lips. <br /> <br />Cannot speak the - <br />language of eyes. <br />A city of tears. <br /> <br />Sun plays with shadows. <br />I keep walking towards <br />the green river.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/green-river-2/
