Subtle Changes | Poem

You cannot find simple language,

To honour one moment to understand,

When our naked skin feels thunder,

That’s where I die in your breathes.

Forgive us, my love,

I’m the dark heaven,

You’re painful longing.

I can’t stop thinking about darkness,

I claimed from the ruins of love.

Last, I ask, Deathra,

Bend down and see,

What legacy we’re thinking.

┬ęSuraj Jangid


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