Silent screams, pasty cream
Black and white
Head to toe; not just me,
Look around it’s everything
Blood dripping, rope it stings
Author: WILDsound Festival
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FORZEN DREAMS, Poetry by Virendra Gupta
The maroon mountain
But a merry vale —
My heart belongs to the mountain
For you dwell on its other side
And my dreams dwell in you
For you live in my dreams.
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