Stand Silence | Poem

The ink you scar on these pages,

Comes alive in absence of divine,

The dark angel your soul smiles,

Right now,

I’m waking to the voices of your light.

When you pour another exilir,

Be sure to kiss the crown,

Rise, Deathra, this world seeks you.

©Suraj Jangid

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