<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515756" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Woodrose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The whole truth was porus, <br>a hard punch on my face. We stood<br>on the edge of lies. Body</div><div style="margin:10px 0">twisted at several places, mutually<br>hating, yet telling sweet nothings, <br>bored umpteen times like eroded hisses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shrieks belie the red wall of flames, <br>reddened lids. Cannot enhance the<br>blackness of night for stars to shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They butchered a symphony. A nude<br>cries. The tongue slips. Bonanza for bats.<br>And I resume the hunt in starlit jungle of birds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blue lips surround a pink hole.<br>Teeth were not visible, but bite was sharp.<br>How do you love a distanced friend? <br>The beauty of Raflesia?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Satish+Verma">Satish Verma</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515756" data-title="Woodrose de Satish Verma" data-description="The whole truth was porus, a hard punch on my face. We stood on the edge of lies. Body twisted at several places, mutually hating, yet telling sweet nothings, bored umpteen times like eroded hisses. The shrieks belie the red wall of flames, r..."></div> </div> </div>

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