subject: DEEP UNDERSTANDING, DEEP UNDERSTANDING, DEEP UNDERSTANDING, DEEP UNDERSTANDING, DEEP UNDERSTANDING [print this page]

---

DEEP UNDERSTANDING, DEEP UNDERSTANDING, DEEP UNDERSTANDING, DEEP UNDERSTANDING, DEEP UNDERSTANDING

Tilted lips on the wet eyes.

Below the lids

was floating an island in a lake.

Latched to a full moon

I was trotting with snowshoes,

trekking with stars.

A volatile virginity

rebounds

ticking in your heart, spiteful.

And I, lonely as a black hill

seek the silver dew

that moons the green windows.

O malignant night

I was not worthy of death

you bestowed on me.

Satish Verma

--------------------------

DEEP UNDERSTANDING

Tilted lips on the wet eyes.

Below the lids

was floating an island in a lake.

Latched to a full moon

I was trotting with snowshoes,

trekking with stars.

A volatile virginity

rebounds

ticking in your heart, spiteful.

And I, lonely as a black hill

seek the silver dew

that moons the green windows.

O malignant night

I was not worthy of death

you bestowed on me.

Satish Verma

--------------------------

DEEP UNDERSTANDING

Tilted lips on the wet eyes.

Below the lids

was floating an island in a lake.

Latched to a full moon

I was trotting with snowshoes,

trekking with stars.

A volatile virginity

rebounds

ticking in your heart, spiteful.

And I, lonely as a black hill

seek the silver dew

that moons the green windows.

O malignant night

I was not worthy of death

you bestowed on me.

Satish Verma

--------------------------

DEEP UNDERSTANDING

Tilted lips on the wet eyes.

Below the lids

was floating an island in a lake.

Latched to a full moon

I was trotting with snowshoes,

trekking with stars.

A volatile virginity

rebounds

ticking in your heart, spiteful.

And I, lonely as a black hill

seek the silver dew

that moons the green windows.

O malignant night

I was not worthy of death

you bestowed on me.

Satish Verma

--------------------------

DEEP UNDERSTANDING

Tilted lips on the wet eyes.

Below the lids

was floating an island in a lake.

Latched to a full moon

I was trotting with snowshoes,

trekking with stars.

A volatile virginity

rebounds

ticking in your heart, spiteful.

And I, lonely as a black hill

seek the silver dew

that moons the green windows.

O malignant night

I was not worthy of death

you bestowed on me.

Satish Verma

--------------------------

DEEP UNDERSTANDING

Tilted lips on the wet eyes.

Below the lids

was floating an island in a lake.

Latched to a full moon

I was trotting with snowshoes,

trekking with stars.

A volatile virginity

rebounds

ticking in your heart, spiteful.

And I, lonely as a black hill

seek the silver dew

that moons the green windows.

O malignant night

I was not worthy of death

you bestowed on me.

Satish Verma

--------------------------

---

welcome to loan (http://www.yloan.com/)

Powered by Discuz! 5.5.0