Samma
The warm wind feels
Of Devil’s breath
On napes of necks
While insects scream
Before such death
Your secrets
-me
Painting by Oliver Sin
The warm wind feels
Of Devil’s breath
On napes of necks
While insects scream
Before such death
Your secrets
-me
Painting by Oliver Sin
~ by April on August 27, 2020.
Posted in Abuse, Body, Death, God, Humanity, Links, Loss, Nature, Poetry, Whimsy, Women's Issues
Tags: Breath, Connection, Devil, End, Equal, Insects, Jainism, Measure, Neck, Pali, Poetry, private, Public, Religion, Right, Sanskrit, Screams, Secrets, Sin, Summer, Theravada, Year
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