InnumerableA Poem by Satish VermaThe opaque civility takes a big toll. The fledglings
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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