Innumerable

Innumerable

A Poem by Satish Verma
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The opaque civility takes a big toll. The fledglings

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The opaque civility 
takes a big toll. The fledglings 
were dying in the duck pond. 



I want to steal the moon 
tonight for a ritual 
and bring it on my lake. 



A wet floor always 
mirrors the voices floating 
on the low roof of my rainbow.

© 2016 Satish Verma


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Added on July 24, 2016
Last Updated on July 24, 2016
Tags: Life