
The envelope's blue fold
like a catharsis of us
entrapped like a canopy,
or a memory.
The rusty smell of Vodka
The lying knocks,
Hush, this moment
a fragment of the moon.
I sink into your lips
and memorize your words—
Propitiating, proliferating
your eyes resemble best with
my heart. Maundering tiny tales.
©MVS
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A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times.
Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied.
My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others.
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