Have you tasted the silk <br />in the pit of snakes? <br />Exit was not in my fate. <br /> <br />Winter was kissing my toes <br />and spring was blooming down <br />in my estranged poems. <br /> <br />You don’t feel like to wake up <br />for ingrained disbelief. <br />The fangs were not ready to strike. <br /> <br />There was diginity in death <br />of magnolia. Snow had failed to <br />appear at night. <br /> <br />In the aftermath of the rains, <br />the moon climbed up the hill <br />to bid farewell to virgins.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/duality-16/
